Dear LPG,

By the time we get to our sixties, seventies and beyond, no matter how much we think we have missed in life, there are usually some very special visual memories that stay with us and, in this time where our opportunities to even leave home to go round the corner and allow our eyes to register more has been so restricted by the necessity to stay in our homes, I often find myself recalling some of those which may well have not come to mind but for the times we have found ourselves in over the past year.

This poem was born out of the fusion of two such memories.  I saw the first in Colombia’s Bogota Gold Museum where, of all the exhibits, the golden Muisca raft will always stand out in my mind.  This image fused with the view I once saw when looking through the floor of a glass bottom boat got me thinking about the many beautiful sights that are being spoiled as we pollute our unwanted waste…

SOON, SOON.

A golden ship

On a silver lake.

There and back,

Loaded one way,

Empty the other.

The glass bottom

Reveals a crowded sea.

Plastic bags.

Colourless dead coral.

Choked dying turtles.

The cycle of nature.

Today’s home lesson for life.

Humanity destroys

Nature responds.

The tipping point nears.

 Foster Murphy

LPG has found a little information on Colombia’s Muisca raft…

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… and a taste of what can be seen when you look down in a glass bottomed boat…  

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