On This Mountain Path
Why are my only companions secret Creatures, that evade my curiosity. Or black dart butterflies that flit And mosses snug in cracks and crevices. Why does a single bird repeat her cry Softly, out of sight, hidden in branches. And why can’t I comprehend how the sky Moves so fast, just as the ocean changes. Then I see how the machine has scarred The mountain. With mines and men and noise. A factory blooms like a grey cement flower And a black river flows acrid with poison. This dust burns my eyes as the skies darken And I realise how far I am from The Garden.