Sunday, March 20, 2022

the observation platform

There isn't much of the lake to see anymore

Looking out from the observation platform

Built before the vegetation grew up around it

Obscuring our view of the now distant open water


As we stand there peering into the expanse

Two parents and their young  daughter walk over

And the father points across to the far shore

To the skyline of high density housing and retail stores


None of that was there when I was a boy

He says, his voice still marveling in astonishment

A remark I suspect his daughter has heard from him before

Though she thinks what she sees now is the way it will remain


At least that would have been my view as a child

Before discovering the unexpected unfamiliarity

Returning years later to revisit places I have lived

Finding so much so different than what I remember


Nothing lasts for long when everything changes fast

Driven by the money making activity of men with machines

Cutting down and filling in and building up developments

Until we don't recognize the place where we grew up


Of course it's not as if the natural world isn't always in transition

The succession of plants transforming wetland habitat into woodlands

The landscape altered by erosion and floods and upheavals 

What you might notice in the course of a lifetime


But the unprecedented impact of human activity on the climate

At a tipping point even as capitalism continues its exploitation

Accelerating the ongoing process of the current mass extinction

Makes for a fearsome prospect of what that girl will experience