devolution – July 1

7.1

Crog like cave. Cave keep Crog warm

cave keep water and wind off Crog

when cold, and cool when hot.

Cave let Crog save meat, keep woman

ward off animal. Feel safe.

 

And so I sit in my air conditioned cave

with running water, electric everything,

internet-ted all. Heat, light, cool, safe.

Except for all those things so complicated

I couldn’t possibly fix them.

 

The loon screams in the night in a land

that is his land, lake, air, sky. And there

marooned in my canoe, hidden in my tent,

I lay out of my depths knowing that I have

become estranged to it all.

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