Building Worlds

The Green New Deal

This is where we should be

But here we are

Like a repeat of a bad sitcom

That is Offensive,

Sexist,

and Racist

Still,

Maybe not hopeless

I prayed for:

Hope in 2018

Love in 2019

Loyalty in 2020

Faith in 2021

Balance in 2022

Or something close to that…

I’ve been struggling.

The last ten years is a blur.

Just me sitting

In nature

At the willow or in the woods

Pondering and praying

For my salvation

For our survival

For our planet and her species

Today is January 9th

President Carter Day

We need more holidays

In January

A celebration

Of an Epic man

Oceans Surge

Two Feet

By 2027

A Family Curse

My Birthday

I broke the Curse

Because my Grandfather

Was a bad man

He died

On March 27th, my birthday

I can’t remember which one

Michelle my belle

My Aunt, his daughter

Also was born on March 27th

But we have

Communication devices

They can contradict

Nature, right?

The surge is epic

But subtle compared

To what is coming

Next

The Poles sink

The Ice drops

Like a record

The energy spirals

Towards the equator

From both ends

Swirling in opposite

Directions,

Like a Rubik’s Cube

The Equator Burns

Like a Halo

A Fiery Ring

It is not only Cold

Frozen Russia and Canada

Australia, parts of Antarctica,

South America, South Africa

There is Fire and Ice

Biblical-like retribution

If we act now

We may be able to save

The average human being

Maybe even

Most creatures and animals

Even as

Devastation surrounds us

We are in denial

We will be saved

Not by a god

But by the majority

The poor and hungry

Us, and

By the loyal human

Who carries a torch

Of faith and wellness

For all creatures

So Jimmy,

Thank you for your Holiday

So we can build homes

And care about the common man

And woman, all persons

We will be saved

We will survive this

Together and united

If not, we may just perish

Each and every last one.