Evolution can take many different forms. We often think of
it as the development of the human species, but our society, our economy, and
everything around us is constantly evolving.
When a new technological development occurs, it is almost
impossible to perceive all the ramifications. The arrival of the internet has
impacted almost every aspect of modern life, yet the change is no more
game-changing than what happened around the beginning of the twentieth century.
The widespread development of automobiles, airplanes, electricity, atomic
theory, manufacturing practices, cinematography, telephones, and “modern”
warfare all combined to change the world at a breath-taking pace.
To those trying to deal with the transitions that these
things caused, it probably seemed like the earth was falling away beneath them,
just as the internet is causing the same feelings to much of society, many
businesses and most of us over the age of fifty. Everything we thought we knew,
everything we were, is without foundation. Our jobs, families, and societies
are suddenly adrift in a hurricane of change.
Ghosts (a new
poem) is really about all of us as we move along the evolutionary trail.
Glenn K. Currie
Ghosts
Tall grass muffled
their departure
So that I hardly knew
they were gone.
Sometimes I think I
see them
Running along the
edge of ancient forests.
Their hooves pound
the hollowed earth
That falls away even
as I watch.
The ground shifts,
the planet spins,
And they are
swallowed whole.
Their graves are the
caverns left
By the needs of their
successors,
Their replacements
rage across the land,
Arriving in
spectacle, burning the air,
Eating the tall grass
of their ancestors.
Copyright 2015 Glenn K. Currie
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