Joel Hammer – Migrations
Honking and flapping high
through the crisp fall morn
the geese re-enact
their ancient journey south–
then back north in spring.
The flock knows
just where to go
for just what it needs.
Their primordial pattern
resonates through the centuries
along wind-carrying currents–
Gaia’s rhythm.
Far below cars jam and curse
from streets to avenues
in toxic unclarity,
a cacophony of misery.
Sweating and swearing,
veiled in smokey tanks,
the throng anxiously waits
for the blink of the light,
to stop–then go–then stop
then–
Joel Hammer
December 22 1987 Earth First!
Date: December 30, 2013
Categories: Joel Hammer