I've Fallen Behind

Earth Day

(I have no idea where I was going with this. Maybe I've been sitting in the sun too much.)


The people gather to watch as the bold few
share their words and songs with the mother.
A nature poem here, and song about mountains
and seas there. Falling together as others
walk by, on their way to more important events.

An anstonished crowd looks on as one who is so
bold as to sing about her lover, who was swallowed
up by the sea, and how she must look to dry land
now that he is gone and not see the waves wash up.

The sun shines on the ones who paint bright pictures
on themselves and paper, wisking away to worship
and all along missing the point. That the earth is here
to hold them until forever, and they should worship it once in awhile.

Frantically he waves his arms, calling up the bold to
sell the value of the earth and it's contents,
not to the highest bidder but to those who would
hold it and trust it's instincts.
For we all know, that Mother knows best.