Written by: Brian Strand

Life is never the same,
one moment to the next.The
day’s routine..eating, working,
playing, sleeping camaflages 
the moving conveyor belt.

Dawn breaks, night falls 
day upon day, week
after week. Seasons
change imperceptibly,
the length of daylight alters,

only the birds notice and
adapt. We having sheared
that link, cocooned in
a mirage of modernity, 
muddle on in our delusion;

arrogant and ignorant,
trusting in a perceived
superiority, obstinately
dismissing life’s realties,
worship at ego’s altar.