We have been left

To breath in the coal dust

And listen

To the Great Thaw.

There are so many songs to sing.

We only sing the old ones.

Our world now is 

Wet and warm and messy

Sloppy, slimy and very serious.

Ancient dreams emerge from the once

Perma-Frost.

New possibilities dance silently in the now

Becoming marsh.

We have been left

To breath in the ozone

And watch 

The fires burn

And feel

The shore slide away.

There are so many stories to tell.

We only repeat the old ones.

The dessert spreads like a flood.

The waters rise like a dessert.

Millions trek in search of water, fertile land, a job,

Someone to love, 

A place to call home.

There are so many questions to ask.

We only ask the old ones.

Ancient nightmares emerge from the water, the fire, the sand.

New born babies cry 

There are still milky breasts

To feed

Some of them.

Montauk, July 30, 2019