Pods

Pods of Our Own Making

we travel through time,
in pods and bubbles of our own making,
misshapen and scarred,
from the conflicts along the way,
yet secure and protected,
time races on,
as we exist in our own little Edens,
republican,
democrat,
catholic,
protestant,
white,
black,
like pods attaching together,
creating colonies of like beings,
beautiful,
or monstrous,
a world once free,
bounded and fenced,
boundaries delineated,
crossed and one's own peril,
the world once creative,
now a stagnant place,
devoid of new ideas,
littered with pods of misshapen shape and size,
as this earth travels through time,
united only in our future destruction.

Douglas Polk