I am just making it up as I go,
story of my life.

I find myself wandering,
in a postmodern life
in which what I create with my own blood
is not my own.

Literature is judged by bestselling lists,
music by charts and gold records.

Pressed by overwhelming concerns:
forest fires on one side,
rising seas on another,
we retreat into ourselves.

We wander through a world without foundations;
Where are our legends,
where is our past,
where are we?

What do we have to connect?
Fiberoptic links, wireless communication,
so many ways to talk,
but none to connect.

The Hopi have a word-
Koyannisquasti—life out of balance.
And I wonder...
what does that mean;
life out of balance?