small we are.tiny turtles,sandbound,heading into deep waters
power we have not-nor influence
(we cannot even convince ourselves (about the need for changes
this antique art form (words)has become text msging
acronyms kill civilians.Muttering among us may not save rainforests
Whence then,this irrational exuberance?This joy for no reason?
Itemizing disasters finds more awaiting.
You are the line between chaos and abandon
Consciousness translates into action.All magick is reversible.
Remember Chenobyl?End of our world scenarios?Burning Kuwaiti oilfields?
Radiation lives forever.Three Mile Island.Burning rivers.Gulf deaths
just one in a long line of casualties.
Yet-remember when Thatcher closed UK coal?
Green became Welsh valleys.Air became clear.No silicosis.
Same when asbestos uncovered.Solutions abound.Alternatives await.
All it needs are folk to adapt .Slow as rain barrels ,organic gardens
Letting go of MacDonalds,Kentucky Fried.Walking again.
Battlefields can bloom flowers.We can change from wars within us
Gentle in the flowing rivers.Changing as we listen.There is wisdom.
Step by step,recycling.Re-using.Renewing.Ourselves
and this only world we live within.
(for wildflowers and the Butterfly Effect)
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