WE were wild as Indians, then
traipsing ancient paths
into the shadowed green
where hollowed out logs
became resplendent canoes
ferrying us down the stream
where tunnels of fallen boughs
arched like bridges above
oh, how we did dream, then
of bows and arrows and painted men
There was magic in those days
I need only to close my eyes
To go back, again.
These silent sentinels, keepers of our secrets
they wait for our footsteps, the turning of a lock
You are home, they breathe as we pass through
with nary a thought to their waiting
They sniff the air for the scents we carry
The bakery again, that kind of a day?
No, not the news, love, play your music
the dancing kind, it’s been too long
There now, isn’t that better?
Will the children come again?
Their laughter tickles
Will she come along, trailing her strawberry scent?
If she knocks, will you let her in?
You really should, you know
Don’t pretend you don’t miss her
You with your dark rooms and moods
that never ends well
Open the door, love
Open the door, love
They were wrong. All of them. The deniers and the politicians, all were wrong. The scientists, denigrated for their audacity to speak truth to power, were far too late with their warnings.
Our demise had long been written in our carbon footprints.
Viewed from space, the earth is a living, breathing entity suspended in an endless sea of night, inhaling and exhaling with a blue and green set of lungs.
Is the earth sentient? Perhaps. It has defended itself from debris flung from the cosmos. When volcanoes spewed molten lava creating dense clouds that blocked the sun, it held its breath while all other living things perished. And we humans? We are the most malignant of cancers. The earth defends itself from us and rightly so.
Malice or retribution is not the earth’s intention. The earth is not evil or benign. It just is. It survives. Will we?
Trees speak to us
In the bursting green of buds
In the rustle of leaves
In the sway of branches
In the changing of colors
In the life-giving essence
In the billowing shade
In the roots spreading
Deep and wide
Connecting to nature
And to us
All for one and one for all
The living planet
Are we listening?