“No Mom, I don’t wanna coat! Nor a hat!
It’s not cold! It’s neat and it’s wet!”
The higher the kick, the harder the sneaker
Smacks down and the better the splash.
“Let me down the bottom of these steps here!
Water’s building up to a deep, deep pond –
I wanna be in there!”
The moon has given the sun an eye
at last, with which to see through us.
It is the eye of a tiger, a lynx, a lion
a dragon. It sees our sins, our lust.
How rarely it has the chance to see
what’s been wreaked on earth by we
who’ve deforested green, salted the earth,
eroded hillsides, filled rivers with dirt,
diverted or dammed god’s rivers and streams,
built cities of wealthy nightmarish dreams –
overcrowded, stressed and under-nourished.
The sun sees we’ve ruined what flourished.
People are losing their hope and their faith
replaced for some with a longing for death.
The sun sees how climates we’ve changed;
while we wring our hands like beings deranged..