Baubles, beads and bling

Wandering in search of a subject for this blog, a poem came wandering into my mind and I penned it down:


We are bower birds of blind intent.
We build our bowers of trash and bling,
of “life, the universe and everything”*.
With beads and baubles that we prize
we line the surface of our lives
and gather things and stuff and all
to cover yet another wall
until all purpose is carelessly spent.
We are bower birds of blind intent.


* apologies to author Douglas Adams (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)