We are Candles by Frank Keim (Editor’s note: A long-time Alaska wilderness advocate and explorer shared this poem with us.) We are candles and the wind is rising, I’ve heard it said... But when I say it here I mean something greater... and something smaller... I mean human hubris in our world and how we pretend to be gods, willfully and without contemplation, or deep deliberation, trying to make our chimeras real, not understanding our limits and the prodigious power of Nature that in the wink of an eye could wipe our species off the Earth, as it did almost once before. We stand in awe and fear without parachutes on the rocky rim of a gaping abyss, teetering this way and that over what to do, and the wind is rising as we waver in our good and evil intentions, at times deciding on a wiser course, against great odds, trying to hold in check our numbers and our voracious appetite for Earth’s natural treasure... or, sadly, just tying on our blindfolds and hurtling pell-mell into the fiery void of perilous politics and the reckless behavior of gluttonous children in a candy shop, eating too much and sickening, but still eating more until we kill ourselves and the planetary biome of our birth. So, amen for humans, it seems... since, for the Cosmos, we are only a trifling inconvenience that could not endure anyway because of our new brain and its petty desire for control and comfort and the narcissistic satisfaction of ego, and oblivious overindulgence for a few in the face of scarcity for the many. And yes, again, the wind is rising, and the flame of our candle is flickering... how much time do we have left? what do we do? where do we go to find release from this? In truth, there is nowhere else to go... if we are to survive, we must learn to challenge and question, and do this again and again, or rise and rebel, even knowing the end may be the same for us, but defy and resist anyway because that is who we are and because we know it is right, and it is just, after all. We are candles and the wind is rising.... |