A poem of hope

 

IN SPITE OF THE EVIDENCE

The Buddhabeauty of the changing present moment could be its geometric 

geodesic dadadivinity. Witness as in no other era our species’ technological 

burglar's bag of expanding multiverses. The Haudenosaunee Confederacy 

on lookout. The Rainbow Family Healing Gathering cracking the safe. And 

the Left Hand of Darkness in the getaway car. Margaret Mead kneeling with 

the mothers in a Papua New Guinea birth hut. Bucky Fuller's balding dome 

leapfrogging with dolphins. Martin Luther King's dream come true. Ours the

chance to fashion harmonies based not only on observation & measurement

but tuned as well to magical natural blueprint galaxies wheeling beyond 

our ken. Imagine a century batting eyelashes of instant communication

Consider a continent of kin sitting down to the ripe papaya of enough for all

Envision an equator of mammals joined fin & arm ocean to ocean. Ignore 

astrology. Forget for a moment the rising sign of the old beast that lurks 

cunning in the future's atomic fist. Fear means paralysis from the tongue 

down. Rather speak out from under the flawed surface. The task is

to imagine. To call up from the chaos a future all beings can swim in

Published in the Colorado Times Recorder https://coloradotimesrecorder.com/2024/08/poem-in-spite-of-the-evidence/63472/