Joe Garcia and Heidi fleeing the flood
David J. Phillip, AP photo
This poem is an old woman's tears,
watching news of floods, devastation,
humans and animals fleeing in terror.
This poem is Mother Nature crying her distress
with wildfires, floods, storms, torrential rain,
in the only voice she has.
When will we hear?
This poem is humankind coming to terms with
we have lived.
Houston SPCA photo
This poem remembers being taught as a child
to respect our mothers.
This poem knows we have forgotten to respect
and care for the mother of us all,
on whom all lives depend.
This poem hears the cries of the natural world,
feels the fierceness of storms and floods,
the terror of people and animals fleeing for their lives.
This poem bears the weight of millions of animals
drowning in floods, burning in wildfires,
or starving through lack of habitat.
This poem foresees millions of
climate change refugees
on the move.
Young deer swimming for its life
This poem is a heart full of sorrow
from watching a planet in peril.
This poem is a mind grown weary
from knowing what she knows.
This poem is a plea for
the best and wisest in humanity to rise
across the globe,
to address our greatest threat -
the climate change we have caused -
while there is still a small window
for Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif: Respect