The mountain has changed again
have you noticed
a little rounder
a little lower on the horizon
a little more tired I think
it has been such a long time
And we wait
We don’t talk about it
not much
maybe a few whispers late at night
or deep in winter beneath the snow
when it is cold and still
and safe to talk
We all wonder
Can we survive their endless adolescence
these creatures
these children
this race we have nurtured
and protected for such a long time
Will they ever grow up
Our grand experiment
Creating them
then letting them go for so long
certainly we have lost others
but not like this
never self-inflicted
never suicide
And our mountain
our shrinking, weary mountain
she wants to see them grown
before she’s gone
I am beginning to have my doubts
Marv Himmel
April 10, 2017 ©
This is so chillingly profound and accurate. Those adolescents are the ruin of our mother.
Thanks Tommi, I am glad you liked it. I wrote this before he whose name I will not speak, withdrew us from the Paris Accords. Seems to be very timely.