Poem # 4

We have slapped a price tag

on what was freely given.

Everything available in

packaged abundance.

Trade some time for

presidential paper.

Then trade that

for what we

think we

need.

We took the movement of the Sun,

reduced it to numbers in a circle

and more numbers on pages,

exacting every single day.

In case of emergency,

please note the

time and

date.

We

try to

organize

our world

into tangible

ideas and math.

We are content that

our understanding of all

things is correct though we

invented the the solutions.

Sometimes I can’t help

but tremble at our

collective

ego.