You need not worry.
She places her hand in my palm and
squeezes tight.
Then she lets go.
Her hands were warm,
but not all warmth alleviates.
Her words seep through me like I’m
a piece of paper trying to resist a
hurricane.
Or a fire.
It’s August, and we can’t go outside
because the air is
unsafe.
This is supposed to come in October.
But it’s August, and
we’re burning.
They may shut our water off,
she says.
Why?
I guess we’re in a
drought.
But aren’t we always?
Is it even meant to rain in the fall?
I can’t remember a time before the fires,
the flames,
the droughts.
Life on earth is 3.5 billion
years old, and the sun
will envelop it in 7.5 years.
Why is its midlife crisis
coming so soon?
Thunk.
I look out the window.
The patio chair has toppled over the edge of the deck.
Great.
Gusting winds, but no rain.
//It’s too soon//
5 Comments
Jj101
Wow this is great! Gl with the competition!
Re: Thank you so much, I’m so glad!! Please tell me if u do :)
useless :)
i love this!
"Her words seep through me like I’m/a piece of paper trying to resist a/hurricane./Or a fire."
this was so beautifully stated. i also really like the ending, 'it's too soon' is such a simple yet meaningful statement.
Wonder :)
I'm so glad you entered the competition -- good luck!! Like I said before, it's so wonderful! Re: aww thanks so much!! Exactly -- I'm so glad you could relate! Your imagery is so awesome -- keep it up! I know, there are so many kinds of doodles!! And, yay, you have a doggy too!! :)
BriRiley
Re: You too! And thx!
rosewrites
I love this piece! I haven’t seen much poetry on here about global warming and direct effects on people’s lives, but I love this. You’re note about the half life coming so soon was so cool! I feel the fear in your words, great job.