Earth Speaker,
tell us the way –
how to live as
a dandelion,
yellow joy,
full of vitamins,
unafraid to be picked,
how to live as
a tree
shading those
who are burning,
home to birds,
squirrels, insects,
smaller things.
Tell us how
to become
a home
even in
our final fall
to let go
of the sky
and lie back
down to earth
with grace
as the living trees
witness our change
and mushrooms
and lichens
take us.
Earth Speaker,
tell us,
for we have
forgotten
we are part
of it all.
Lush green rooftops,
trees criss-crossing
trade oxygen for carbon,
this is our home.
How do we treat her?
Dig deep for ancient oil
an burn it into carbon
causing cracks in Earth’s core
so she shakes
or
let wind and sun
softly flow
through our technology?
We can heat our homes
in harmony.
Hawthorn blooms,
berries help the heart.
Willow bark
inspires aspirin.
Aloe Vera,
good medicine.
This is our home.
How do we meet her?
With diggers and saws
to lay high speed rails
where ancient woodland stood,
home to creatures winged
and crawling
or
could we meet each other quicker
with our Zooms and Skypes
instantaneous and letting
those old woodlands grow?
Ocean waves splashing
salt on the shore,
deep sandy beaches,
playground to children
and laughing rays.
This is our home.
How can we greet her?
Touch the Earth with respect.
She is our home.
In honour of Earth Day, celebrating its 50th year Wednesday April 22, 2020.
She walks.
She walks through space which is lonely.
She walks, the only colors among black and white.
She walks around the sun,
turning gently,
constantly.
She walks and
light shines in turn
on all of her lands, waters,
creatures, people.
She walks even if people
are choking her air
with carbon smog,
paving over green growth
and drilling down,
breaking apart her surface.
She walks and brings life
even to those
who seek to
destroy her.
She walks.
She walks constantly.
She walks and light shines
in turn
on all lands, waters,
creatures, and people
of the Earth.
Inky Cat's Poems 