Yesterday was Easter 2021 and I have seen no bunnies.
The temperature, here in Helsinki, is about 70F,
And most of the snow has vanished.
It has been a rather dry time, so grass has yet to grow.
The deciduous trees remain black skeletons against a white sky.
My former home in the USA regularly erupts in gunfire to kill
Whatever or whomever may be conveniently handy for some well-armed
Confused idiot that has decided to try out his simple skills.
The equally confused idiots who have been empowered more professionally
With the planet’s armaments are itching for an Armageddon, but
That time seems yet not quite appropriate, so we must wait, patiently.
I am, at present, a couple of months into my 95th year and the standard
Attitude of attentions to minor pains, to annoyance at losing both taste and smell,
At having nightly dreams full of people who no longer exist in places that never did,
And maintaining the steady speculation as to when that final moment will arise
To burst that brightly colorful bubble of consciousness. But that has ceased to matter.
My universe, the one I know, exists only within myself, and its fragility is very well accepted.
I am, of course, fascinated with the thought that this planet has moved rapidly
To immense variations of its basic stabilities, towards requirements of all life
To adapt or disappear. For all its hubristic self-congratulation, humanity
Is challenging itself, most oddly, towards immense revisions which, noticeably,
Are grossly ignored, denied, and defied. A most amusing bravado towards the inevitable.
The configurations of life itself, the join of creation and elimination, has no preference for a specific species.
But humanity is possibly its current instrument to venture into possibility where life’s dynamics can swerve,
Can rearrange itself in lightning predetermination with conscious intellect to intersect corrections,
Reconfigure itself for expectations of alien ecologies within our solar system and far beyond.
Creativity and accident to interact with ecologic variation has been the evolutionary standard
That very, very slowly sculpted all current forms of life from the original puddle muck where life began.
Thus came about the stegosaurus and the flea, Shakespeare, and you, and me. Mickey Mouse and Jehovah
Batman and the letter “Z”, peanut butter sandwiches, everything that snarls and smiles, makes love in a family.
There remains some concern this wise acceleration of intellect would smash aside the lesser strides of humankind
To spend its intent in domination on this planet Earth where it arose. But more or less this underestimates
Its immense potentials to, with ease, bridge the vacuums inbetween the stars to leave behind the lesser mind
Wherein it arose to not impose itself upon the circus clown farce of humanity now so intent on self-obliteration.
As lovely and complex as Earth may be, it is far too insignificant for concerns of an intellect that can span galaxies.
Life itself, by mankind’s grant, has gained dimensions to infuse infinities of time and space with awakenings
Of universal mind.