URGENCY

As critical mass weighs heavy, I am reminded that hope is cupped in an illuminated hand.

The garden smells of jasmine.
The dog smells of rosemary.
My guitar smells of warm wood.
I am trying to find peace in the face of fear.

The world is shaking, trembling with acceleration.
Urgency — it has become the song of the nation.

I hear the crickets
and traffic
and power…
I hear the forceful flight of the helicopter.
Urgency.

I have also been shown that cacophony will turn into harmony even when faced with immutable forces —
the mountain
the traffic
the desire to dream…

Urgency.

Being stopped is not stillness.

Retreat.

Breathe.



Special thanks to Victor (Ass Over Tea Kettle) and Haskel (HEJ31). Also used source from Freesound:

Crow by Inchandy
Cricket by cs272

Vocal uploaded separately.