Pangaea Fantasy Poem by Barry Middleton

Continents of experience separate us
and no Pangaea embraces mankind.
Can we reach for the horizon
and behold a brother there?
Can we look with hopeful eyes,
and find transcendence,
a longing for pacific dreams,
archetypal visions,
a time when oceans were rivers,
an inconvenient blue divide
between tribes of one lineage?

Some men still dream a bigger dream,
and now and then will nominate salvation
to be voted on in beer halls, bedrooms
and breakfast meetings.
Now and then the dreamer steps up
against the naysayers and money mongers,
against hatred, favoring love,
the long house and the harvest table.

Another hand reaches out for redemption,
a millennial tide of doubt and fear pulls it down
and threatens half of what we are
or could become.
Can touch heal, can muscle work in unison,
can our common enemies be pain,
hunger, loneliness, greed and cruelty?
Pangaea waits, the continents are moving.