Boyd Hill March 26, 2019

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Fort DeSoto March 25, 2019

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changing time

When time spirals through the seasons year after year

Tradition rules and nothing much changes

Not in a lifetime, not that anyone in that culture can remember

As if set in stone always and forever.

For the few remaining people living such lives

Encountering the modern world of constant change

Inevitably drawn into the global marketplace

The future puts them at risk of losing their distinct identity.

For those of us who live with all the latest inventions

The way the world is now is a transitory scene

Not what it will be tomorrow or was just yesterday

When I was a boy growing up in a different time.

Someone born today surrounded by electronics

Immersed in wireless connectivity cannot fathom

My childhood world absent all such accoutrements

Much less the olden days of my parents’ early life.

So far removed now to tell of using a slide rule to do calculations

Listening to AM stations on a transistor radio the newest thing

Black and white TV background to the cold war propaganda

Boomers growing up under a cloud of nuclear annihilation.

My parents experienced the innovation of automobiles

That I took for granted enjoying interstate highway speed

And jet airplane travel making long distance trips short

And today video transmission enabling workers to telecommute.

Science drives this ongoing transformation of our society

Challenging each generation with fundamental changes

Introducing technology that could serve to improve our lives

If the possibilities of robots and AI promote the public good.

Someone born today in a time of mass extinction

With runaway global warming accelerating under capitalism

With ever greater disasters following warnings ignored

Must throw off business as usual to save the planet.

Florida Botanical Garden March 24, 2019

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