Whales of blubbering tragedies plop on our lawn each mourning
Dolphins of trees and bees missing,dying.We are tiny cups
and these sorrows have neither depths nor limits.Whole countries
inflame in drought and submerge in flood.
Shakespeare dealt with war and tragedy-yet the scale of contemporary
dwarves even his feathered quill community
From space,(where we can not live)-this planet is blue
Water (which we need and fight over)-remains constant
even as its distribution alters.Some say its inherent structure changes
according to our intention towards it.Dam it,it goes stale.
Release it,it adds oxygen like waterfalls and showers.
Truth becomes less than myth when beliefs are involved
We used to think we were Towers-Babylon,Twin,Titanic hulks
Now we know we are temporary time limits upon one earth
In these metered moments,will we substitute virtual for reality?
Second Life for our first and only?Media over myth and meaning?
Or are all questions merely rhetorical?