The news is grim:
fuel poverty enriches black gold coffers
we need to use less, use less
useless to try and stop them.
Will their fortunes restore all that we have lost?
They wouldn’t care to:
Let’s extract and extract and all the while distract the masses with trivia
(forgetting we’re all freezing here)
create paradise in a bubble
retreat into it.
When the prophesied time comes
I see bubbles bursting
from oily burps in tarpool slop
to fortunes made from others’ misfortune
to nuclear holocaust.
It doesn’t make for cheerful reading
but remember there are better things
even in worst times, there are better things:
The hollow within which we grow, cocooned
nine blissful moons
the hollow tree shielding the humble squirrel
the hollow in between your neck and shoulder
hie me to a hollow, hie me hither
here to rest, to nest, to sleep and shelter
here to live, to love
to love you.
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Written for earthweal
For this week’s challenge, Lindi has given us the following:
Our challenge this week is to explore our ability to act.
What does right action, right living look like in your world? What does it look like when the boundaries between nature and the observing self disappear?
Write yourself into your landscape, what shapes you there and what is shaped by you? Name the gods of your rivers and skies, tell us how you live by and through them and how they live through you — let the world know they are holy!