Poem: Soft Landing

I believe this and so it becomes intimidating in its own way, because its sometimes more comfortable to hide behind words.

Soft Landing When mankind outgrows its need of things, forsaking stuff to move in simpler directions, remembering from our ancient cultures the sanctity of leaving not a trace Leaving space for sun and wind and rain, someone will have to give up the Calvin Klein’s Sunny in San Diego, but half a world away Europe’s smoky dark and growing darker A billion Chinese wanting cars and can’t be blamed for acquiring our taste, no one ever made a fast getaway in a rickshaw, at least not now that Bonnie and Clyde have a three-car garage It’s a civil right to have it all and set the pace for homelessness and stock portfolios Clear cutting with clear consciences, pointing a finger at someone else’s rainforest Expecting profit and getting it, a record quarter Buying markets long and legacies short Looking for a soft landing in the last best place

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.