The climate change
Between home and here Is measured in the color of rain It is not a thunderous watershed of tears From the cheeks of betrayed fiery Goddesses That rips boulders from the shoulders of mountains and throws them helplessly toward the sea And it's not a mist like the empathetic breath of sea spray Reaching a gossamer hand back to soothe the hardened black scars of volcanic rage When rain comes down here, grey and dominant it paints the forest in a sigh shades of deepest vermillion and chartreuse emerge truffle brown the trampled leaves where my naked, cold Hawaii feet go seeking the sands of forest beaches For some faint echo of the comfort of home And then something happens The blue edges of droplets slow, like icicles forming, in their downward merging They organize themselves soundlessly to form perfect lines The edges crisp and clean like cut glass And the faces of people in shop windows and on street corners organize themselves into the clean squares between lines A picket fence of faces and rules and faces forms Ruler straight Mannequin still as they are sped through assembly line structures of work, beer, sex, shame, consumption with the terminal clicking of precise machines Ikea melamine boxes and relentlessly similar stainless steel fixtures operate seamlessly So the concrete tubes of public transportation Shoot their yellow pills of humanity down the throats of the city In perfect, pre-measured increments A testament to design and efficiency And the dark woods with their explosions of rapturous underbelly color that lace the edges of urban synchronization With dripping unruly tresses Are allowed to argue the passionate cry of nature Against the architecture of concrete pathways Designed by clipped and trimmed humans to best complement them Like a crib complements (and efficiently contains) a beloved but fussy child The plaintive song of the wild heart the padding of a Goddess’s bare feet on raw earth Heard, yes, but from a measured distance Copyright 2020 Amber Jade
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