Sunday, November 17, 2019

Hello Sun!





Greetings, sun.
You have much to see today:
360,000 babies born –
most survive to live in happiness –
but 7000 will die
before the moon:
hot and cold winds of grief
will blow on families on farms
and in the cities.

II

Are you the master of a circus ring
of planets that move demurely 
through the night of space
to a new day’s dawn?
Are you feeling piqued
by competition from the Milky Way?
One hundred billion solar systems?
(Did you really see yourself
unique?)

III

May I nominate you for a gong
from the Melanoma Foundation,
or the Society for Macular Degeneration
for keeping them afloat?
And thank you:  you stimulate
our skins to make – no bones about it – 
Vitamin D, without which –
no doubt about it –
we’d have no bones.

IV

You’re burning fuel at a tremendous rate.
Might you turn it down a jot?
A cut of 1%
would stop
our river fish from dying,
our barrier reef from growing weeds,
our brown land from scorching,
our small animals from death,
our forests from inferno.

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