Perhaps we lack our purpose
because we have moved too far away
from our natural rhythms, we center
our time around sitting
in an unnatural space
Forty hours a week, telling ourselves
that a job made up is living
while our brains are hardwired
for hunting and gathering, for
raising the young that now we leave
with others, surprised at how disconnected
we are from our life.
I am sure our Eire would wonder
if her children have become pixie-led
by the beaucratic English.
We should have stayed
with the Tuatha de Danann, climbed and hid
in the mists of Corrán Tuathail
Nor should our children
have sailed away, seeking other lands,
seldom to return.
Eiru calls back to us at Galway
and Mayo, her face flashing then disappearing
against the florescent haze.
Ariel, a Pacific Northwest Poet, has been published in several print publications including Chemeketa Courier, Statesman Journal, AIM, and the anthology Through Her Eyes , in the online publication Unshod Quills, and has participated in the Salem Peace Mural Project. She is a member of Oregon State Poetry Association, Poetry Writing Collective, Scribe, Silverton Poetry Association, Stayton Second Sunday Series, Unshod Quills Writers Collective, and Willamette Writers, and is a board member of Third Thursday Poets. Ariel is a very active participant of the Open Mics & Spoken Word events in Salem, Oregon & in the Willamette Valley.
–Foreground Art by Lisa Griffin
–Background Art by Sarah Hardy
Buy Sneakers | Nike Dunk High & Low – March 2010 Releases , Ietp