Watch the storm clouds
break against the evening sky,
the deep blue of the coming night,
big as an ocean.
My headlights
barely seem to touch the pavement,
wet with the passing rain.
I should be paying attention.
Animals are on the move
this time of day,
and my Jeep might take a mule deer,
but I’m shit outta luck
if I hit a moose.
I can’t stop my mind from wandering
back into the past
and things that could have been.
I wonder,
when did we lose our way?
And when did “good enough”
become okay,
and “okay” become good enough?
Poverty
begets poverty,
begets oppression.
Poverty of the spirit,
poverty of culture,
poverty of character,
traps a once proud people,
renders them slaves
to the systems that oppressed
their ancestors.
They claim to be “free”
and they are,
but their will to have freedom
has been broken.
Bread and circuses,
the okay and the good enough.
In a few more generations
there won’t be anybody
left out here,
under this midnight blue sky,
but the Engineered,
as their way of life
gives way to progress.
Maybe the sky knows?
Maybe the rain can show them?
Their place on this old frontier
is not to live and die
in poverty and obscurity,
but to live life perfectly,
as it was ordained
from the beginning
and how the whole world
how to live
under this perfect sky.
HG – 2021
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