"Not fair!" I lamented as a child when some small injustice came my way. It's no different now that my mature eyes have opened to far greater wrongs. People who accidentally sacrificed their lives doing good deeds for others can't speak or reflect but we can. My poem for
Poets and Storytellers United is inspired by food-aid workers and all innocents killed or injured in wars. Too soon we move on to the next unfair thing, feeling powerless in a mysterious indifferent universe that commands our wonder.
The recent solar eclipse had millions star struck. For a few minutes onlookers were gleeful children scampering about in awe. B.C. had not much of a view so
I watched the moon sail across North America on the news. It was one joyful scene after another. No blame games or the lunacy of humans causing harm to themselves and others.
Crowds viewing the aura-effect of the total eclipse sounded like flocks of excited birds, especially when a creeping darkness enveloped the daylight.
I saw none of the celestial event in person but on my Crescent Beach walk the next day, an occasional bird and fleeting clouds swept by in the sky.
