gods cry

rain hits the sill

i listen as it falls.

the gods are crying

the ground dry and crack

takes in the tears--

frantic.

life continues.

creatures seek shelter

plants thrive

mother creates balance

man creates destruction

buildings are taller

resources depleated

mother attempts to repair

more trees removed

fields flattened and paved

for parking lots

and strip malls

crude spills into the oceans

systems destored

so our comforts can multiply

top of the food chain

we own this place

or so we think

until there is no more

Rising up from the ash

I started reading a book last night, it was a book I've read before, in a different time and place--I was different. Women Who Run with Wolves, and as I was reading, I was inspired. The creative spark, which I have not felt for several years, was lit again. I wanted to write. I wanted to create. I found myself urning for intellectual conversation. I lost this drive, in the whirlwind of graduate school and full-time work, to explore my own thoughts and ideas. Emotion and creativity supressed by hurry up and wait.

I got lost.

So this is will be my attempt at reconnection, I've made several others in the past, but am hopeful that this will last.

More to follow.