image: Sandy33311
Earthbound
Are we supposed to settle for a planet
lagging behind our expectations?
We want reversible time,
admission into past or future
easy as changing our minds.
We want teleportation, so we can
zip anywhere for the afternoon,
maybe Iceland or Argentina,
where we’ll make new friends,
agree to meet up for lunch
next week in Greece
on only an hour’s break.
We want to get past
greed and suffering and war,
enough already.
And death? That’s awfully primitive
for souls with so much left to learn.
That said, this planet does a lot right.
Birds, for one.
Water in all its perfect manifestations.
Those alive poems called trees.
The way a moment’s glance
can reveal a kindred spirit.
Which we all are, really.
The oneness between self and everything
is this planet’s secret, kept imperfectly.
That’s more than we might expect.
Although time travel would be nice.
Laura Grace Weldon
First published in Dove Tails, An International Journal of the Arts. Find more poems in my collection, Tending
Laura Grace Weldon 
Very nice
LikeLike
Time travel would indeed be nice. I’d like to take the creationists back and the global warming doubters forward… And wouldn’t it be nice if the Earth would just raise her voice a little louder so everyone would have to pay attention.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Earth does a lot of singing, weeping, and rumbling —- we’re just not paying enough attention.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m always going to think of trees as ‘alive poems’ from now on.. beautiful 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
“Those alive poems called trees.”
Beautiful. I spent a couple of hours sitting under some of those poems this evening, waiting for the deer who’ve been eating our gardens (they never appeared). It is amazing how much life a single tree harbors and nourishes, and of course what we see is a tiny fraction of what actually occurs. I sat under a beechnut tree that has my Daddy’s initials carved in it–carved by him about 70 years ago. By human standards the tree was very old when he carved on it, but it was a youngster by tree standards. The bark is now obscuring the marks left by my Daddy and his friends. In a couple of generations those carving will be gone. The tree/poem will live on even as we fade away.
LikeLiked by 1 person
There may be no more soul-drenched place to sit than under a tree. Now why don’t I do it more often? Hmmm.
LikeLike
“The way a moment’s glance can reveal a kindred spirit.” So true. Thank you for sharing a beautiful poem. Enjoy your weekend. x
LikeLiked by 1 person
As before. “All life is one.” It is so obvious but, “We are like blind men peeking through a fence.”
LikeLiked by 1 person