Besides the picture of the polluted water (courtesy of MorgueFile), I used photos from my father for these poems. The dog is my chocolate Labrador, Roxy.
Calibrating Consciousness
With only one chance,
We’re presented human life.
How will you use it?
What stories will you create?
Whose heart strings will you attract?
Your mind is racing,
But against who? Against what?
The past and future.
See our “resources?”
We’ve polluted the water,
Soiled the soil.
But it’s not hopeless.
Nothingness is set in stone.
We’re divine agents.
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