"Read all about it!"

what's going on 
will not be
in the vacancies of meter and rhyme
in this afternoon's headlines.
we may find a wisp of it
in the speech and nod
of street vagrants,
the mood and move of bodies
on the bridge,
the call and answer of
wildlife up on Pintail Ridge,
not in scantly-measured spoonfuls
from the powerful and rich
they've thrown again into their refuse ditch
of tired, but still saleable myths
in the calligraphy of usury and commerce
we continue to mislabel life and events,
neglecting to frequent the sphere of our own --
the scent in the air,
notes on the wind,
the feel of cotton growing in our hands,
divine doodles in clouds and sand,
the hieroglyphic of birds soaring,
designs of pebbles cuddling on the lands,
mourning and warning in our waters' roar
that cannot subside and desist or be ignored.

--jH(2011)