The Races
I sit on the back porch
Night
Cool breeze stirring in its freedom
The crickets chirping all around me
An occasional change in their rhythm
Rarely a change in their rhyme
The waxing moon rests above
Saturn in her gracious clutches
Peace, tranquility, good
This is the realm beyond time
Off in the distance I hear the roar of the engines
The race is on
Another car goes down the road
Roaring
Fast, furious, growling
Loud
Obnoxious even, trying to drown out nature’s sounds
Blistering speeds
Conquering time
Driving on for that one precious millisecond
What a perfect picture of our world
In a hurry to run in circles
Raging on to get nowhere in particular
Enslaved to the clock
All the while the earth rests in quiet peace
And will continue to do so for a long, long time
Just listen to the sounds of the rock
The crickets are chirping all around me
There is so much power in the quiet
9/7/19 kdc
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