What has sounded
to others
like endless gripe and grating unfinished complaint,
a chosen rageful fixation,
certain Pathology…
has been body and mind finding its way
through toxic darkness.
Nature being destroyed by humans
in blind arrogance and greed,
consumption wired into how many “likes” and “followers”–
those empty signs of worth and feedings of narcissism–
in ever-widening circles,
in rapid speed, increasing.
How.
How does a body and mind adjust to such devastation?
To home being pillaged and raped?
To the Temple filling with piles of trash,
masses of people,
noise and excrement along every path?
There is no adaptation to that.
There is constant heartache
and anger.
With home now being just another thing for sale
and silence and solitude disappeared,
what illness have we invited through our collective front door
in exchange for one more meaningless photo
gone viral?
It’s time we spend time on the virus
we have ignored
for entertainment.