Once upon a time a decision was made
to quit the city, depart from a downtown so vibrant.
No civic voice was raised
to question the wisdom.
No finger was lifted
to point out the sprawl.
No person bore witness
on behalf of the forest which fell
or the creeks running brown.
Despite the history and charm of the old.
Despite the mountain which for years carried it comfortably on its shoulder.
The lures of gloss, commerce and corporate perks
were too strong, too tempting, too hard to resist.
Haphazardly striding toward an unknown yet revered future.
Succumbing to a pseudo-diety called progress
with hardly a thought of unintended consequences.
Forsaking character of ancient stone, arches, mortar and classic adornments
for impersonal steel, glass and toxic trimmings, laid at the skirt of a ribbon of cold concrete.
A ribbon of cold concrete which shall forever be a reminder of
our lack of foresight, our blind faith in progress,
one more bond stretched closure to failure,
the consequence of our inaction, our hypocrisy,
our hasty rush, our slipping into the void,
the doe-eyed innocent our world has lost.
Dec 15, 2000
In remembrance of humane society volunteer activist and news anchor, Mimi Paige, aka Mary Alice Golsby.