The seasons are more irregular
than my monthly period.
we are busy constructing the floor
while the roof is cracking into ashes.
Passively in my planet orbiting,
the smog running my journey.
suddenly the ice caps are melting
and the sea levels are rising.
We’ll give up plastic straw on the streets
and tweet passionately “someone should do something,”
yet few of us make space in our world view
to acknowledge the carcass in the room.
We need to repair what can be fixed,
refuse items that you don’t need
reduce all those you do,
and reuse all that you can.
Thereafter recycling everything that’s left
and rot everything else,
you are never too big to change your mind
and never too small to change the world.
The world climate is changing
but why aren’t we?
The snow must go on
and the land must be green.
This Poem was published in the May 2023 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
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