At the
brim of
the river still running high my legs
refuse to cross.
"Perhaps another day?" Too old
to say, "Yes." Too
young to say, "No."
A Blue Heron
flaps past me, gliding downstream.
I
don't know at what depth knowledge turns into
gnosis and
data into sufficated
dreams. Even in
a new
epoch an anthropomorphic god's prayed
to; but that
beast, slouching toward
Bethleham arrived at its destination
centuries ago. "What comes next is
too large and far-off for humankind.”
In this wilderness of bits
and qubits humans talk
as if there's an app that
can hear a bear "singing
along with
the spirits" while tracking
Gaia's scat
on two feet
too few.
Blue Heron: "...it
had been the Heron whom First Man had sent back into the flooding
underworld
to
rescue the forgotten witchcraft bundle and thus bring evil
into the surface
world." T. Hillerman, People of Darkness. New
York, 1980.
that beast: Earth's
"ornery beast which overreacts even to small nudges." W.
Broecker,
"Ice Cores: Cooling the Tropics." Nature 376,
20. July 1995.
What comes next: R.M.
Rilke, From, "Duino Elegies."
qubits: quantum
bits. Quantum computing's fundamental building blocks.
singing along: S.
V. Beyer, Singing
to the Plants.
Albuquerque NM, 2009.