she’s concerned,
fraught with worry even
and out of patience
with this constant
battering she takes
dead oceans,
melting glaciers,
mass extinctions,
pasture turned
to dust bowl or desert
her storms grow louder,
her hurricanes fiercer,
her tornadoes wilder
in anger yes
but mostly resignation
striking meteors she could accommodate
but she never saw evolution coming
doesn’t understand
such overpowering self-centredness
for she’s mother nature
not human nature
Did you like this poem?
Please fund more like this by joining us on Patreon.
Copyright © 2020 John Grey.
Image Credit: Depositphotos
John Grey is an Australian poet and US resident, recently published in Sin Fronteras, Dalhousie Review, and Qwerty with work upcoming in Blueline, Willard and Maple, and Red Coyote.
