May Muse

May Muse

When cool rains glistens
When an oboe player listens
When condo dwellers move to land
When women talk, life unplanned
When pink petals move in the wind
When novices are pinned
When the pace retreats to slow
When collected seeds are sewn
When groups form outside the rules
When life is land and farming tools
When electricity is made a better way
When starvation rules the day
When human beings survive this mess
When hard work leads to life undressed…

Then, returned to about three billion
Then allowed to feel cotillions
Then immersed in natural spirit
Then land fills up, while others clear it
Then books again become the way
Then children see a better day
Then, after crashes, wars and oil
Then, when generations boil
Then and only then earth’s saved
Then, with no more highways paved,
Then, when solar and wind power
Then, when nature’s triumphs tower,
Then, unpolluted water, land and air
Then an earth for our heir’s heirs.


I wrote the first eight lines of this from a cellular phone. It’s the first post I ever put up so adamantly, so spontaneously. It wasn’t done though was it?


Copyright, Doug Stuber, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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