James Fredholm Poet Verse

Empty Nest

Did you know,
that in the age of stone,
long before
the age of workflow,
decisions were made
alone,  where to roam,
no direction known?

The paradox of
that great unknown…
was not so good back then.
Without a grid,
endless wandering,
hand to mouth,
bone to bone.

From nomad to 
no longer, this man
began a small herd, 
to comfort himself.
The greater good
became his norm
to weather the storm.

Did he know,
where this choice would go,
the tradeoffs,
the power of workflow,
the politics, 
the invisible hand?
I don’t think so.

No, no, no,
more like a fool.
He traded his soul 
for a nest and tools
that grew and grew and grew,
into a network of cruel,
the new great unknown.

I for one, 
have had enough.
I think it is best
to move this great herd,
to shift the burden,
to give up the ghost
and empty the nest.

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