Visions

Another day of doom prophesy,
but my candle glows and warms
confidently as the flame reaches upward,
dances. My window opens to the world.
Each day the chipmunk laps the pool, ignorant
fire will devour the earth as temperatures rise,
global warming advances. It will be
hell on earth as we burn to ashes, although
I will have been raptured before then.
Jung predicted a devastating flood would end earth.
Kant observed the universe and said most
likely it contains other earths outside our
Milky Way. Some books say,
no one is greater than the fruit fly, even though
on TV Alexa commands our wishes.
Paul warned us about what we idolize.
Quackery, common in the Wild West, taught
rubbing “snake oil” on whatever ails us.
Sin entered the world so easily, multiplied
thousand-fold, brought us to the edge of the abyss
unable to change bombings, torture, famine.
Visions at night try to guide us, heal us. Instead
we binge Netflix, watch football, or shop for
X-mas trees, wreaths, and blinking lights for the
yard, giving us a euphoria of control.
Zeitgeist is a wave crashing against rocks.