I have always loved the natural world. In 2006 I moved away from the inland home that I had loved to the coast (and have moved back again). I so missed the land that I knew so well, that I grieved my separation from it. In 2006-2007 I wrote a series of poems about teh natural world taht helped me to deal with my grief for both the place, animals and plants and Aboriginal spirits (with whom I had relationships with). This poem from 2007 was written to convey something of the suffering of animals and the nature of impermanance.
Ovations of a Greening Spring
I have seen empires of dirt sail skyward and heavenly silk descending.
I have seen ants wrestle with the gods and spiders that fall upon the earth.
But no hand of man has eased their toil
Or lifted the weight of their suffering.
The angels of the apocalypse dance silently
With a mob of homeless kangaroos.
And in the world between
Dead men and women sing songs to the god of fire.
From amidst the storm blue catharsis of a broken sky
Come swarms as unending as the path of history itself.
The seasons within twist and turn between head and heart
And shed their wings in the tall green grass.
Crimson flowers fall from the small victories of hope and denial
And shattered creatures reassemble.
From the greatest depths of man’s tormented soul
Come a flurry of nameless prayers.
Through bitter harsh words and gentle sideways glances
I at last see the tall ovations of a greening spring.
And the earth remains a place of restless change
The transparency of all life shimmering like a halo from the sun.
Oh father earth I hear you
Your screaming whisper has not gone unnoticed.
My heart open to all life as it really is here and now
I feel the cry of the ailing beast within.
And I know that some things will disappear forever
While man watches on lamenting what he cannot change.
We touch the web and we know that we are one
Ever onwards to some place far away.
The harmonic chords of love
Tame the vehicles of change inside this flesh.
And I know as all animals do
That nothing stays the same.
Oh mother earth ever yearning for the web to bind us.
Keep on turning that we might awake from our slumber.
I shall remember all life as it was.
I shall remember when we were one.
© R.J. Hudson 2007.