Monday, July 18, 2022

Wings of Thunder

 


Migrating birds at Great Salt Lake
Audubon image


Great Salt Lake, Utah, drying up
in drought, 2022
inhabitat.com image

A mega-drought is choking the southwest.
The Great Salt Lake is drying up. Yet the birds
with wings of thunder still touch down,
ten million strong, as they have done for centuries:
shorebirds and sandhill cranes, dowichers, grebes,
teals and snowy plovers, all singing
life's sweet song.

They crowd into what lake is left
along the widening shore, hungry
climate refugees in need of food and rest,
not finding enough of either, searching
in vain for more. 

And yet they come, because they must,
as they have down all the years, in trust,
that there will be some of what they 
most depend upon,
before they can fly on.

The shores are dry and cracked; heat holds
the desert in its grip. And yet, the blue bowl
of sky still arches over; a tender coloured slip
that reassures there is still wonder here.
At the edge of death,
heartbreaking beauty
is still shining
sharp and clear.

Sunrises and sunsets still paint the world
in wonder. This place has always
welcomed the birds with wings of thunder.
Juniper, aspen and cottonwood roots reach deep,
as if in prayer, stretching down in hopes
of finding some needed moisture there.
Sweet William and Indian paintbrush
still dot the dusty sand. 
All creatures pray
we humans will awaken from our sleep,
while there's still time enough
to heal the land.


Pelicans
Gary Crandall photo

In Utah, the Great Salt Lake is drying up; it is now one-third of what it was. This is devastating to the annual bird migration, millions of birds who depend on the lake for food and rest. They feed on brine shrimp and plants which can only survive in the water. Thus, millions of birds are now competing for the small area that remains. 83% of Utah is experiencing extreme drought. Scientists warn that as the lake recedes, it leaves behind a bed of toxic dust filled with arsenic, an environmental apocalypse.

State legislator Joel Ferry calls it "a potential environmental nuclear bomb." He says the area is at the precipice of environmental collapse. Water for humans will be gone by 2040 if nothing is done. But officials are reluctant to do anything,  placing the current needs of population growth and agriculture ahead of these dire warnings. Not very forward-looking, which seems to be one of human nature's most glaring faults.

Sigh. I grow weary. Yet as Brendan says, we must keep singing, like the canary in the mine.

for my prompt at earthweal : In the Wake of Progress,  based on the stunning photography of Edward Burtynsky.


6 comments:

  1. There is no good news in this poem. Perhaps that is because there is no good news in the world. It would be nice to believe humans will wake from their sleep. We can live in hope.

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  2. I think the good news is painted lavishly here amid the destruction. Human caused climate change is one of the massive events to affect this Earth, but there have been many more and life has found a way. The celebration in the midst of falling is what I cherish here.

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  3. I ache with the beauty of this poem, Definitely climate refugees. And I wonder, do they also still feel wonder?

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  4. The canaries in the mine are getting hoarse...running out of puff.Those poor birds. All of this mayhem and destruction is directly attributed to avarice. Mammon rules this earth

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  5. I like the uptick of hope at the end here, Shelley!
    JIM

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