I want to write now
with words that escape my last breath
before I sleep
can I speak about the rain that came
to wash away these doubts
in rivers
and bridges
flooding over each place in the world.
In one place too much
in another not enough.
I will speak about those loved safe
just a dot on the map
in geologic time
but happy nonetheless.
my heart can’t take this in
reading and seeing
is too much to believe
I live in a place with sirens
as the wind in trees
what trees?
but this is not something I know.
I will be at work tomorrow.
wanting my someday-children
to have a world to explore
if we don’t destroy it now.
