A cholla snagged bits of light from a single ray.
It repeated Morse’s S O S, but the ground
folded a wrinkle to swallow the message
unseen by hikers and mountain bikers.
A canyon towhee happened by.
With multiple backward jump-scratches
it liberated some dirty S’s & O’s from the wrinkle,
but swallowed most of them down like feed.
A ferrel dog startled the towhee into flight,
grabbed the plastic six-pack ring
dangling from the cholla for a tugging game,
like it once played with its former human.
When the plastic six-pack ring in the dog’s mouth
broke free from the prickly cholla,
the cactus ceased interrupting sun beams
and the ground ironed the wrinkle flat.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney
Dianne and I do a lot of walking (hiking) on the foothill trails at the eastern edge of Albuquerque. We see too much litter. Some dropped by people. Some windblown from the nearby city. Some pink dog poop bags that other hikers never seem to return and pick up. Some days we pick up a few pieces of litter and deposit them in the trash bin and other days we do not.
I would like our governments to place the onus of recycling materials on the manufacturer instead of the customer. That way the cost of recycling is built into the purchase price, where I think it should be. I would like items such as thin, transparent plastic grocery bags banned completely. It is happening slowing city by city.
I have a habit of giving human characteristics to animals, minerals and plants. There is a fancy word for this trait that is just out of my minds reach at the moment. I do this because it aids me in seeing non-human beings as worthy of respect and good treatment, so I do not perpetrate the casual violence of littering when carrying it to a bin is inconvenient.
I am sure you have your own mental tricks and practices to be a better person, to care for this land we live upon. Thanks for employing them.
Love & Light