Still Mountain Air

In natural beauty... Time taken to walk fresh unspoilt earth is far... From rush hour now. Honking traffic reality experienced endured now. Pristine melting snows should wash out pollution pressures city carves into urban mind. How hoof prints of deer made my heart dance. A sense of pain felt loss where deer have been. Mere minutes before. Where crossed my tracks. Sense wonder expectation in still mountain air. Chance find antler, of spiker mature stag. Nature stores wonder. Gone without glimpse land feels empty alone at loss chill frozen without their soulful grace. Nature is strong but she amputation loses, before gun tearing tracks of demolition bulldozer. Treasures from nature come unexpectedly, to grace our sight. A youth’s crazed potshot robs future generations. Nature's loss is extinction loss to eternity. Severe is loss to all. For man’s heart hangs empty as empty as coyote’s crying emptiness. Expression found lonesome lurk erotic. Still night baying to ghost cold haloed moon. Mute Mona Lisa witched reply. Humanity steeled like iron against itself all creation. Without sweet wind bird flight night cry wild flower graced glades. Humanity finds bitter struggle hard opening caked eyes to see with insight attunement glorification values renewed. To tolerate preserve real pristine wealth. In age rearing glass towers to be clinically sealed within. Museum cases enclosing our kind. Sterile exhibits, isolated anthropological units, displaying displayed within possessions. In age rearing glass towers to be hygienically sealed within. After we are freed from traffic work bound home bound maze. Freed to return to rest restlessly awhile. Within our own known corner. This comforting corner of our familiar life consuming private rent owned cage. Set within the sphere, the sociology, our actions efforts generated. Even majestic dignified wonder created within wild animals. Is lost disinherited unseen. Within concrete prison zoo cage. In alienated cities carbon polluted lungs must breathe what little beauty. Eye can drink. Heart can find. Soul can sustain. Must breathe it in. Among unholy standing stones in chequered city blocks. Are established few greenbelts. Surviving jaded sanctuaries must be. Searched for hunted preserved all the more strongly. Copyright © Terence George Craddock Written in April 1989 on the 17.4.1989.