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I wonder at the distances we travel in a day If we were meant to float with glassy eyes above the details of trees stalking creatures the mucky layers of life to get where we are going high and blurring from the heights of empty air This week I landed in Vegas for work at lightning speed from Florida swamps to the brittle desert that should be home to its own kind of flowers We circled like vultures for our turn to descend which gave me time to see the river dried and it’s relief the perfect snapshot of what used to be gorgeous captured completely un-flowing unless to blow away with the wind The river in still life baked in sand is now the perfect tombstone for itself unintended by us but maybe planned by God a memorial revealed only upon death a reminder that in our thirst for something we thought better than water we took a life Seeing that corpse made me feel lonely to the bone as if the river were a sacrifice to an insatiable god we manufactured a desperate offering at a bottomless well a terrible gamble to appease the itch in our throats to forget that we will die too a concrete substitute for the faith we pretend I wonder if underneath the rivers of our bodies beneath the pulsating rush of our hearts statues wait for the moment when we've gone parched thirsty and alone for too long to reveal their empty shells to uncover us un-living in stone I glance down at the corpse of the river again and think I think so Yes, I think this is it
Parallels w the desert and our scorched drained souls. Deep ecology. Love to see this published in environmental publications says so much !