I recently had the immense good fortune to spend a week hiking the Kungsleden trail in Swedish Lapland. Well above the arctic circle, the sense of space is almost incalculable. Everywhere is running water, clean enough to drink as it must have been in most of the world at one time. What we have done to our poor world…
the last true place
we
infect this planet
like a virus, mutating
to fill every
niche
where
have all the giants
gone?
do
they sleep,
or were they swept away by our
speed?
are
there still fairies?
surely, there must still be
fairies?
sit
here
by this stream
on the very roof of the
world
the
midsummer sun is soft and everlasting
sleep and nonsleep are
one
listen
to the voices of the
waters
to the deep moaning of the
stones
these
are old voices
voices
that precede
words
that speak of a truth underlying
memory
this
was once your
language
the
voice of your own beating
heart
these
are the vanishing
voices
of the last true place on
earth
© J.A. Fink 2013
Thanks Bart- better yet was to taste it. delicious and cold
i can smell the water b
Barton G. Tretheway Managing Director Rubicon Solutions Group, LLC 2029 North Fremont Street, Suite B Chicago, IL 60614 773.404.1666; FAX:1709 rsg_llc@msn.com
Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 21:55:46 +0000 To: rsg_llc@msn.com