A New Nature

A new species of trees is found:
Steel enforced trunks
And silver branches methodically arranged

With wavelengths passing through.

Sunshine on a winter day in Pennsylvania is very rare. So it only makes sense that my eyes are magnetically drawn to the setting sun. As I sit and watch the blazing horizon, the beauty of the Crayola sky is interrupted by telephone and cable wires. At first it annoys me because even alone out in nature I cannot seem to escape the intrusions of society. The paved road acting as a partition between the forest and the field of harvested corn – the cell phone towers piercing the sky – the water tower standing above the trees in the distance – the gas wells tucked in the farthest corner of the farmer’s livelihood.

The longer I sit here, which is not long because of the biting wind, I begin to wonder if these objects are actually intrusions. The telephone lines in particular draw my attention. The branches and wires intermingle as if it was the way God had originally intended. They make allowances for each other – moving in harmony as the winter winds pass through. They symbolize progress, change, and flexibility. They have now become a part of nature and its landscape.