We are past the tipping point,
deny it though we try:
sea-rise and weeping mountainsides,
deaf to the wild ones' cries.
As the people fled Chernobyl,
the wild ones entered in,
now living in a dream world
free of their human kin.
I dream a time, some worlds away,
when life begins again,
a small wolf cub with its mother
in a safe and sheltered den.
A universe among universes
may give the heart some ease,
that one day earth will breathe again
as freely as she please.
A small ditty for Brendan's spectacular prompt at earthweal: The Turning Point.
A hopeful poem. Praises for the many animal habitats that bring some comfort.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to go out on a limb and say that those wild ones thrive henceforth BECAUSE you sing for them. Let's stay faithful to that dream.
ReplyDeleteI share the same dream -
ReplyDeletesuzanne of Mapping Uncertainty
Such a terrible but believable thought that we are past the tipping point, Sherry, especially with the ‘sea-rise and weeping mountainsides’, wildfires and diminishing wildlife. I’m so glad your poem shifts to give us a glimmer of hope with the small wolf cub and its mother, and the earth breathing freely.
ReplyDeleteI am sure she will breathe again one day Sherry, with or without us. Perhaps there will be only our plastic waste as a token we were ever there.
ReplyDeleteI have a dream...
ReplyDeleteOne day, maybe. Such a heartfelt poem, Sherry.
I hope we are not past the tipping point yet...I pray there is still time to turn us on a better course.
ReplyDeleteWe need to turn away from ourselves and embrace what we are not in order to save both. Beautifully told.
ReplyDeleteO Dear One! Do you know anyone who will sing this, set it to music, record it, and send it out into the world?
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the Chernobyl verse...put it to music , Sherry!
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