Catch

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I live in the testing grounds for the "marketplace"
The Advertising Industry.
I live in a place where I am minority.
Minority not of any physical descriptors.
I am minority because I have awoken
to the reality of the illusion of the culture I was born into.
The culture that denies that humans are animals
subject to the laws of nature.

Interdependent upon the Mother,

Just like all the other animals.

Those who surrounds me,
they spoon the media blitz
into their bloated mouths,
numbed souls,
broken bodies,
with both hands.

The party,
the endless consumption.
The mindless middle – like a drug they cannot get enough.
Debased,
degraded,
desperate to hope
the next “big thing”
will fill up the vast holes inside their existence

It used to cause me anxiety - their blindness.

Now,
I turn my back on the highway,
look at my flowers
noting the beauty of
A Painted Lady butterfly collecting nectar on top a pink zinnia.

I throw the ball
and watch the sun
gleam off her back
as she springs
to catch
the golden orb

My dog is radiant.

I am hibernating until
Winter thaws.