Angry Sky

Blue Butterfly - 2025 Adobe Firefly

Along the lonely highway, rows of dried up sunflowers bow their heads. In quiet reverence to the relentless heat of summer. Serving their purpose to fertilize the plants that bring in the money. I casually pass in my SUV giving a nod to the earth we so expertly dominate. Taking the seeds God give us and creating our own version of paradise. But the wind has been shifting for some time now. And the enlightened have given way to machines that decide how to make more profit from an already angry sky.

I sit here in the quiet comfort of my office, while “The Price Is Right” blares through the walls. While the marginalized sit in their comfy La-Z-Boys bidding with them on contestants row. Shouting their bids to the wind, that no one but themselves will ever hear. Thinking about my doctor visit earlier, my NP of many years praised me for being a good patient. But after seeing the edge of darkness on more than one occasion, my eyes were open to a universal truth. That you don’t always get what you wish for, no matter how much faith you apply. But if you do your best to be a good and fair person, you’ll be remembered and maybe become a blue dragonfly.

I didn’t say any of this to piss off the “true believers” or anyone else with enlightened minds. But as AI and the ignorant will eventually discover. Domination is a worthless venture when it comes to the things that are just out of our reach. Like the morning sky or a hand to hold, the laughter of children or the flight of a butterfly can all be within our reach. But to each its own as I think about that reverent field. For even the sunflowers know when it’s time to go. While painters, poets, and AI create the best they can. From the memories and the programs their gods created.