Acceleration

staring out of my kitchen window,
holding on to my bowl of cornflakes,
the view changes
as the earth rotates eastwards,
speeding up,
so it would appear,
as each year passes;
there go the trees,
here’s a telegraph pole,
look at those mountains, gone,
there’s a herd of cows in a field,
suddenly sheep,
two horses race by,
the landscape moves on
but I’m still here,
staring out of my window
and holding on, for dear life,
to my bowl of cornflakes


Koyaanisqatsi