The herons fly over
croaking a warning as the
marsh drains. Landowners cried thief,
Begone! and so the waters
recede. Gone the coherent symphony,
frog song and plover keedee.
Even butterflies relocated, the monarch
abdicating in the sly prince’s
I am the unwanted wetlands
brimming with treasures overlooked
and undervalued. Ten unused strands of
for connection, wait for my wake-up
call. Where do the misplaced creatures
go in this brutal heat? Absence is pure
niggling we paint over with cop shows
and sports in air-conditioned reprieve.
Is the land livable for humans anymore?
Whose creation are these robotic hybrids
who can take the heat? I disregard
the metallic illusions shining dark
terror. Look, this dry leaf becomes a moth
to my surprise. Every tree sings
living rainbow light. Even as the sun
beats down, earth fury burns
the shackles until our only choice
is to see. Now every step becomes
a chance to change.
Every breath essential.
The sunset lingers over the lake
and light plays with water outside
of time, where we truly live, called
to continuous celebration. I stand
in my power, call you.
We all rise up.