MOMMA HOLLI'S MEDITATION

BROKEN WING

i gaze in distraction
while the mass of confused and dislocated crows
take flight -
it occurs to me
that we are so much like them.
we can't even seem to form a poetic v-shape
as we take our exit, make our escape.

symbolic of ancient 'order'
we destroy whatever we build
in a chaotic frenzy
to build and re-build
something bigger, better, faster -
to grab  for more and more of anything, of everything -
to re-invent time, energy, justice and serenity.

we seem startled to discover
that "the-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel"
is a twenty-five ton locomotice headed straight at us,
full throttle....

i can just see the creator of all living things
as it smiles a sad little smile
and claims with a shrug of regret,
"oh well, i tried."