We Tread Heavily Upon The Earth

We Tread Heavily Upon The Earth
After having frightened birds in a field.


We tread heavily

Upon the earth

[and asphalt, concrete or

whatever we construct

To hide our feet

From natures touch].


Our footfalls frighten


In our wake.

We mistake

Our smallness

Of size

Among many creatures,

For insignificant impact.

How wrong we are.

Our lands, skies, seas

Bear the scars,

Of our excesses.

And, in the recesses

Of our overactive brains,

There are gains,

When we become

More aware,

Of where

We fit

In the cosmos.


We have

A place,

But it is not ours

To erase

The good entrusted to our care.

For we are here

To share.


To leave

This place


For us

Having been


Simon C.J. Falk 15 July 2017

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A Walk in #MartinPlace Remembering #LindtCafe

A Walk in Martin Place Remembering Lindt Cafe
As I walked

And looked,

Upon the rain-wet


Of Martin Place,

A glow in me


The sheen of light


The scene.

Martin Place:

Monument of memories.

Dandy dashers

Grasp a quick bouquet,

To take to lovers

On the way

To romance.

Others snatch,

A printed read 

Of newspapers,

For a daily feed.

Military men


And their beloved,

Stand in sentinel,


Of standing guard

Over national security.


To bustling business

And busy-ness,

To commerce,

To remembrance of war.

But, there is more

To tell.

As, remember well,

We do.

Don’t you?

That other war,

That breaks out

Like a pesky rash

In unwanted places,

Afflicting us where

We expect not.

It broke out,

Up the way,

At our much loved

Lindt Cafe.

We remember 

The footage:

Journos palpably posed

And poised

Before the plight

Of those held within,

And of their loved ones,

Held hostage too,

By their powerless worries.

We return and remember,

Now in greater peace,

And release

From that torment.

The Lindt Cafe

Is a welcome sight again.

A place to go when

On one level, we enjoy 


And, on another,

Lift our cup

For sacrifice,

In service

Of liberty.

We recall the fallen,

Their grieved families,

As we walk on,


To be free.
Simon C.J. Falk 15 July 2017

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Night Sounds

                                                                                                             Night Sounds

                                                                                                              Night sounds
                                                                                                                     Fill the air.
                                                                                                                           Dogs and insects and cars
                                                                                                                                       Are there.
                                                                                                                Loud it is.
                                                                                                                        On and on.
                                                                                                                               Serenading us
                                                                                                                                         With their habitual song.
                                                                                                                  They invite us
                                                                                                                         To stop – 
                                                                                                                               And to
                                                                                                                                       Listen on.

Simon C.J Falk 15 July 2017


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