by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The ancient peoples
yoked themselves
to the night sky,
studied the moon’s cycles,
the planets,
and solar eclipses.
We, however, at night,
tie ourselves
to the television, computer,
and cell phone,
barely noticing
the daily changes
in temperature,
or lunar phases.
We have cut the cord,
lost our beginnings
and futures—
the time of when to start
spring planting,
the time of the salmon run
up the river,
and the time of calving
of elk and deer.
fourwindowspress 
The pale green glow of electronic “on” lights disrupts our circadian rhythms as well. Sad, isn’t it?
It really is! Love ethel
That’s very satisfying, Ethel. There’s a lovely mellow, melancholy, feel and sound to these lines.
Iit is sad but we can make some changes.
It is sad but we can make some small changes. Love Ethel
They are parallel universes — some of us have learned to bend the lines, which can be very spiritual.
How are you doing that? Love Ethel
Can it be possible to have a bit of both I wonder ??
Hmmm, have to think on that one.
Yes I think so. Love Ethel
Once the cord is cut, can’t sew it back; painful to watch…
So-o-o right. Love Ethel
This is so true. I’d love to be more in tune with the sky, the land, the water, the air. It is a longing that I often have. This poem is quite stirring.
I need to work more at it. Love Ethel
A weight of loss and yearning …
Resonating with this….
Nice to hear from you Betty. Love Ethel
Not everyone. 😀
it’s so good to hear you’re in tune. Love Ethel