The owl, in modern western culture is associated with wisdom, the fox with cunning. Athena was the Greek goddess of wisdom and is linked to the image of an owl whereas folk tales abound involving the sly old ‘Renard’. We have both traits, but do we allow one to dominate the other? This poem poses the question.
The human, with a brain a similar size to that of a dolphin, is capable of many extraordinary things. However, it is also remarkably short-termist in its approach, particular with regard to the planet that provides the nourishment and habitats that enable its survival.
Cultists seek Armageddon, deniers ignore climate scientists; often the two groups are coterminous.
And when the fog finally retreats,
my thoughts clear in sympathy
and wisdom seems attainable,
nearly in my grasp.
Does this affliction affect us all?
Are we but petty animals,
imbued with Renard’s cunning,
yet lacking Athenian owlish insight?
My, what glorious monuments we make;
Yearning for that ultimate
one fantastic fabrication,
neatly avoiding the consequences.
Earth, not worth caring for;
trees so easy to replace.
Rape the landscape,
Earth, the only saviour,
mother of us all –
Understand; we are not all the same.
there are those who seek salvation.