Heading home, having ridden on the wings and rails of ancient energy, I find yet more machines awaiting at Princeton Junction. From sea of planes to shiny sea of cars, this scene repeats all across America. The cars welcome us, each eager to serve our individual needs and destinations, yet each, on the back side, contributing in a collective way to a fate we all will share. Individual freedom and ease now, shared destiny and hardship later, Hurricane Sandy-style. It's an unfair choice, we shouldn't stand for it, yet few even notice a choice is being made.
So, a question asked, last August, when these photos were taken: What shall we fear?
The serving sea of machines
That will in time raise the sea
Above what we love,
At first one time but finally forever?
Or the spider that suddenly loomed,
Casting its net across the driveway.
Caught in the headlights,
Catching my attention
With its quiet intricacies,
It asks nothing from us,
Takes nothing from yesterday,
Changes nothing about our tomorrow,
Travels on nothing but the wings
Of a windy day.
I pulled up short and let it be, then found in morning light
Not a trace.
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