We live in a new world.
A daily fill of images,
reading magazines,
surrounded by ads.
A weekly dose of spectacles.
Select a TV show.
Go to Disneyland.
You feel free and in control.
Still there is this bitter taste.
We come from an older world
where images are etched
by wind and water
where spectacles are staged
by light and thunder.
Signs of flash floods tell you,
manging boulders remind you
the shadow behind you whispers
“You are not in control.”
The taste of ancient memories.
When you enter this world
you adapt to its rhythm
you submit when you must.
Except for your pace
your food and your shelter
you control nothing.
Soon the bitter taste is gone.

Franz Spickhoff
San Jose, CA
Escalante Canyon
April 2017