Generous World
by Gary Hardaway
The planet shouldn't have to share itself
with Bachelors, Kardashians, Cops
and Bachelorettes. It shouldn't have to share
itself with Tahoes, lignite power plants,
or tall, ridiculous towers in Dubai.
But in its generosity, it does,
perhaps because it knows that time's a solvent
and dissolves all things in time.
Soon enough, we all will be dissolved
along with all our toys and entertainments.
But, no, the planet doesn't know a thing,
has never known a thing. It spins
and orbits as conditions dictate,
an accidental beauty, ignorant as dust.
I love the last idea--planet as vacuous beauty.*
Really like the music in this. Great sound.
Thanks very much, Sam.
Gorgeous poem Gary. Full of electric language, vivid imagery, and justified outrage. Love the work, but I feel more optimistic about the planet. Anyway - regardless of that - cuz it ain't about me, or what I think, it's about the work, which is very, very good. I like this piece a lot - it really sings out! (As a sidebar - I predict it will all get better. Believe.) *
Michael, I hope your optimism is proved correct. Thanks for the enthusiasm about the work.