Saturday, January 11, 2014


    Now Paragonia, like Utopia,
    Is nowhere to be found, but just supposed:
    A model of a new America
    Or world, when former options have been closed.

    Since we’ve now seen the folly of our ways
    Of reckless wastefulness and disrespect
    For nature’s providence these waning days,
    We need to act before our world is wrecked.

    A turnabout of consciousness must come
    Before we can envision what might be
    In depths of wisdom that we need to plumb
    To fabricate a new reality.

         Supposing Paragonia will provide
         A stone to sharpen visions to be tried.