20 is an impressive number! I am pretty proud of myself. I am someone who has never really written poetry. Well…. enough of that. The word today is authentic.
I wake to the sound of eagles. The sow and cub Lumber through In the spring. The seals frolic At the shore, I stop To watch the whales Play and feed. This is where I live. This is where Cruise ships deposit A million tourists Who buy Rubber eagles Plastic whales, Seals. Who See Eagles in cages, "Manufactured" experiences. They wander from Shop to shop, Looking down, Never looking out Over the water In search of whales, Seals, leaping salmon. Never Looking In the sky to see The soaring eagle. Not taking the Time to smell The forest Feel the pines. The lack of authenticity Astounds me.