Sunday Afternoon And Humanity Howls Poem by Mark Scotting

It’s Sunday afternoon just like any other, I watch
A southerly breeze caresses three palm trees
While, with fluid motion the clouds stream by
Captivating….

A blackbird announces
Albeit intimately
“I’m here”
“Do you see me? ”
And the wax eye affrontingly taunts,
As he darts just above his head

Subtle music fills the air
The bird’s anthem, everywhere
Two wasp’s meander
Visiting plant, after plant
Their oscillating wings fighting gravity
Fascinating sight….

The sun’s momentarily eclipsed
That southern breeze bitterly bites,
A transient encounter
Just long enough to remind us
Summers, past

The blackbird seemingly acknowledges this fact
Quickly, he takes flight
As if somehow all is connected
The anthem now just fades

Leaving,
Only a mechanical murmur of humanity
A plane, car
A train,
All making their voice heard

The breeze
It fought back
Endeavoring to drown out humanities murmur
Just, for an instant
Success,
Yes it succeeds

Humanity,
Howls louder
And our macrocosm
Our Martyr, this world
Struggles,
To be heard

Copyright(2010)