Nothing Profound (a poem)

In the darkness distance and weather
are close up
impenetrable forests
cloud cover

In the towers electricity flows
surging light through office spaces
interior warmth and management cold

In the moment when hope is less
than a thunderstorm
somewhere over the edge
the Lord watches over all

In the desert where bones lie in dust
the sage feeds rabbits its brush
snow blankets all together
except glass steel pinnacles
without any fuss

Around the clock wheels
organized humming issue products
temporarily running
human resources day and night
winding up with nothing
profound.