Saturday, August 24, 2019

MORNING

Saturday
August 24th 2019
A good day to be alive.

"The city is built on the backbone of wild things,
Beneath it their ancient hearts beat,
Layers on layers of lifetimes
Lying dormant below every street.
And above them the world rumbles onward,
A jungle of windows and walls,
Like ants that run from a rainstorm
The traffic chaotically crawls.
You can still sense the souls of the wild things,
As the stars are switched on in the night,
Tangled betwixt all the power lines
And the ghostly glow of the streetlights.
It is the feeling of something much grander,
Like the city has simply been borrowed,
And the wild things on which it has been built
Will reclaim it in some far tomorrow.
It's the echoes of calls long forgotten,
The reminder we're living above the unknown,
And that we are not the first nor the last ones
Who will call this same piece of land home."

 by Erin Hanson
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4 comments:

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

And clouds

Mo Crow said...

such beautiful words, they mesh well with rereading the books of Charles de Lint at the moment

Els said...

beautiful poem, Michelle
lovely to think about the city like that ...
(the last few lines so true !)

Dana said...

I have so often felt this sense of the wild in our urban environments...the poem expresses it so well. In Seattle a massive volcano looms over all and blackberry vines force themselves up through the cracks in the sidewalks. If we abandoned all the concrete it would be overcome by vegetation within months.