When entering the Gorge, leave behind all preconceptions. Let yourself be carried off on a stream of consciousness that tickles the heavens as readily as it grinds down stone.

By The River Thames: Revisited


By the River Thames I sat and saw the polar caps melt,

and I cried for the world, and I wept and I wept,


and cried for the planet and how we misuse it,

how we pollute it, consume it, abuse it,


and cried for the way we listen to nothing, having it

our way — our way! we demand it! — multiplying, spreading,


pretending it’s our inalienable right to do so, that this is

our purpose, to create more of ourselves, at whatever cost,


and expand and apply our selfish endeavors

in a greater, social, collective fervor.


And so by the River Thames I cried and wept

for the state of the planet, for the state of the


world, but most of all I cried for humanity,

aware how the planet will recover in a few million years


whereas we, in all probability, won’t.