Angele Toomey Poetry

I wrote this poem last week, on a day when the sky was clear blue and the air was still. I was departing the leafy suburbs of the valley and heading into the city. Sometimes I feel that the city clings to the harbour in an overly needy expression of insecurity…given the number of fault lines criss-crossing the region, I shouldn’t be surprised!

The view from above
In the morning air, a sense of urgency
Compels us to be somewhere, to be someone,
To do something, we leave behind
whispers of distant mountains, their serenity.

We rush headlong into the city's energy-
a cacophony born of human invention.
One that stirs the wrong senses,
Driving us towards greed? self-interest?
an uncertain future?
And we are oh so sure of ourselves,
confident of our next steps, and 
oblivious.

The expansive sky, deeply blue and
thoroughly calm
does not see us at all.