The Roads and The River-Trees
The sharp geometric cuts of human carvings
Contrast the fluid curves of ever moving shapes,
Calder shapes,
Carved by the animist gods themselves.
The perfect straight lines of man
Strike against the never straight lines of mother nature,
Crooked smiles against the Earth’s weathered face.
Ruler-straight scars crisscrossing her cheeks
Her front her back.
But still the curved veins flow, never still, ever changing.
Change, that which we fight so consistently,
That which we seek to control
And think we can master.
When will we learn?
Change is the only constant
