The eons of tectonic shift
pushed the mountains to the sky
Forcing ocean air to quickly rise
unleashing ages of snow.
Weighed down and moving slow
the rasp made of ice and rock
slowly shaped the Sierra Nevada
Snowy mountains a saw cutting the sky.
Circling the sun a countless age
the world warms
the ice melts
the snow gives way to rain.
The pacific plate
ignoring the weather above
continues its relentless efforts
to nudge the coastal range above the sea.
Millennia upon millennia the season of rain
Nourishes the forest and turns the grass green
Fills the rivers and streams
The earth drinks, storing the life giver deep in her bones.
People arrived between the drops of rain
hunting deer and bear
building shelters and gathering acorn.
They counted the drops that fell
and decided to starve the sea
dams went up hoarding all rain for human kind.
Deep went their needles to
suck the earth’s bones dry
In audacity assuming an infinite supply.
People cover the earth with asphalt and concrete
building immovable cities
not seeing the long slow change in the sky.
The rains, ephemeral, transitory and living
now dancing in other lands
wonder why the people have not followed.
There is this week’s poem. I am still hard at work on my book. So far I’ve completed 30 poems and have about eight left to write. Then I’ll be ready for the difficult step of editing. I’ve been thinking that I’ll likely just self-publish this book as trying to get it placed with a publisher might take more time and energy than I have this year. Still thinking about that.
Till next time,