Blue Sky Tears

source Rolf Hicker PNG

When small bears starve

in autumn,

I cry blue sky tears.

This is the time they walk the shore

in search of fat salmon

to gather girth for the winter ahead

but the salmon are not here.

The animals all

have questions in their eyes:

where is food? where shelter?

where, in this noisy, chaotic world,

do they belong?

"This is what extinction looks like,"

the oracle says,

eyes of truth

gazing into our

collective consciousness.

My heart is helpless with grief; 

the governments

turn a blind eye.

Nature is taking the only course

it can,

since she is getting no cooperation

at all

from man.

When small bears starve,

I cry my blue sky tears.

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for Sanaa's prompt at Real Toads: October - When Poets Dream, Lament and Sing.

The image above is what inspired my poem, along with the bears, who are on my mind non-stop these days. The song choice is "Somewhere I Belong".

First Nations are taking salmon to the shore to help them. A man on the news said he "prefers to let nature take its course." Nature IS taking its course - the only course it can, responding to what we have done to the earth to create this distress. Sigh.