Poem #20

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,
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.


2 thoughts on “Poem #20

  1. That’s so true. I also feel people have stopped experiencing things and are more focused on documenting it in photos, videos or like you said in souvenir. It’s not wrong trying to save a memory but it should not come at the cost of not feeling and experiencing it.

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