Jangling along once again, shoes on my feet, words in my head,
anthropology book in my earbuds...
Thinking about the good old days, the salad days of prehistory,
nothing to do but hunt and gather in the garden of eternal spring,
thank the local tree spirit for a bounty of walnuts,
praise the warmth of the morning sun,
venerate the water gods and listen to the crickets sing,
all while living that peaceful and lascivious bonobo life.

Then something jumpstarted History.
The world became adorned with prayer flags and Christmas trees,
a City on top the Hill and one beneath the sea,
Adam and Eve, the angels on high,
water from the rock, manna from the sky,
the goose that lays a golden egg, the man in the moon,
powerlines, crop circles, clearcut forests,
nuclear winter, climate change and collateral damage,
all wrapped up in The Natural Law with Man on top.

So here we are now, living the History that was made for us,
hunting and gathering in our digital gardens of eternal delight,
living our own days of salad.
Even if the walnuts are in a bag and the water is bottled,
at least the crickets still sing,
and we can keep jangling along, heads full of words,
looking for the secret to that good bonobo life.