POSTCARD FROM THE EDGE OF HOPE

 

I'm standing on 

the rim of the world,

at the far edge of far, 

next stop Japan.

I am thinking of you.

The news is bad.

It is very bad.

But the view is beautiful

from here.

I send you

a small postcard

of hope.

Believe in the essential goodness

of humankind.

Believe in Mother Earth

who, like us,

wants to live.

I stand on the edge

of the edge of the world.

I send you this

small postcard

of hope.

A poem from 2014. We need some hope right now, as we try to keep our footing on a planet all askew. What grounds me is Mother Earth, and the beauty of nature all around me. The heroism of trees breathing in carbon, even as they are being chopped down, and the carbon is too much; the steadfastness of the waves, the moon, the seasons, moving through their cycles, in spite of our heedlessness. We are the only creatures not working with the natural world. We need to learn how to, and fast. Meanwhile, we take solace where we can, in the splendor of the wild world.

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