I search the heavens for a twinkling star and find one,
only it is not a star;
It is an Air Force jet screaming through the night,
shattering Nature’s peaceful slumber.
I search the forest for sparkling eyes and find some,
only they are not eyes;
They are the headlights of a rumbling tank,
breaking the night’s quiet stillness with its thundering treads.
I strain my eyes to catch a glimpse of a shy night creature.
I listen in captivation for the sound of its tiny scurrying feet.
All is quiet;
Save the soft tread of soldiers’ boots.
A burst of gunfire.
Then all is quiet again.
Distant echoes are all that remain.
The war moves on and Nature’s children come out again
to frolic around the corpses.
(Journal Entry – May 12, 1986)