comfortable years ahead,
Oops! My bad, for here we are,
us lethargically, lazily,
Oh, there's the rub.
God forbid we should wake up and feel
the out of control, topsy-turvy Now -
Things Must Change, while
with humanity, almost bored -
watching the inevitable
cliff edge we are heading toward.
(Is it ennui or catatonia, this malaise?
Toss me a kind and hopeful phrase.)
on some misty dawn
to the heart-knell
where we contemplate the Tipping Point, which we clearly passed some time ago while summits talked and talked, heads nodding wearily, only lifting in outrage when Greta Thunberg, age fifteen, talked turkey and said What Must Not Be Uttered - the climate truth that our world is on fire.
(I intentionally used goat instead of ghost, not sure why, unless it is my own form of denial, lol.)
Heather Cox Richardson at Letters From an American wrote a wake-up piece, if ever there was one, this past week. Here is the link. Sobering, urgent stuff about the imminent collapse of Atlantic Ocean current cycles. Yet the urgency to lower emissions is still no where on the horizon, everyone is too busy mopping up towns, fighting wildfires, rebuilding infrastructure - the same entities that thought addressing climate change was "too expensive." Gah.