Group Mind

I have been tuning in to the movement

of the beings around me and this city

has demolished nature to build

highrises surrounded by drainage

ditches and run-off ponds, where geese

hatch their eggs and waddle along

the heated tarmacadam. There are loops

and circles of interstate highways

that devastated neighborhoods and the sounds

of 18 wheelers and motorcycles

ambulances and cars jar

at all hours of the day. From the air

it all looks green. The descendants of the forests

have tried to stay present, stretching their branches

to form tree canopies over the endless roads

unless they are stunted and twisted

by the linemen protecting the electrical wires.

Even where I live, by a pond created

when they dug for the highway

and liberated a freshwater spring,

the noise never fades to the background,

an unsettling percussion punctuated

by honks or sirens, squeals and clatters.

We do what we can, the mother

and her fawn cautious on the drive,

the great blue heron patient to a certain

point, then scolding and chasing

away his brother. One bird at a time.

The corvids caw the alert, hummingbirds

squabble over the feeder, and the goldfinches

warn and dive to protect their thistle

from each other.  I lock the doors when I leave.

We have all been kicked out of the garden,

and we grab what we can, anxious

as the constant chaos of traffic

reminds us to take

care, beware, dividing

our hearts from the true experience

of loving unity that we simply

cannot see or feel

with all of this racket

going on.  But let me tell you, father,

today my tender heart is full of you.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: City

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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