Sunday, 20 August 2006

e Equals.... by Gary Beck

Adrift in the chaotic universe,
I urgently need to maintain control
of some elements of existence
that challenge my trivial power.
As my planet speeds through its orbit,
I barely cling to the surface,
pressured by every kind of force,
especially that of gravity.
I fear eco-disaster everywhere,
see man's best creations wasted in war,
yet precisely align my dresser drawers,
in a mostly futile effort
to establish a sense of order.

Gary Beck, New York, USA.


Crafty Green Poet said...

I can so much relate to this poem! We're all sitting here fiddling with small personal details while the whole earth heads towards eco-disaster.....

Jim said...

I feel the tension, well done, just like in the world, tension at a loss. Terrific poem, great rhythm, sorrowful subject.