Thoughts From the Pervasive Climate Activist

I am here to wake to golden 8 am light

Filtering through the blinds and run my

Tired fingers through soft fur. To walk

Along cracked sidewalks in the dewy,

Cool air, admiring the yellow birch

Clawing its way up through layers of gravel to

Worship the life-giving deity in the sky.

I am here to plunge my hands in the soil,

To sow seeds and hope. To borrow

Tools from the neighbor in June and

Repay them in a heaping grocery sack of

Oblong bites of heaven in September,

Little ruby gifts in the palm of my hand.

I am here to sink into the feeling of my

Legs burning, propelling through powder,

Kept in motion by the notion of the warm air

Wafting scents of shared bites in the lodge.

Edging closer to mortality every time we

Set our minds to conquering a new slope,

Understanding that it is because all things end

That we know the taste of freedom.

I am here to brush my body against fine

Grains of sand, to feel the shock of the waves

Lapping around my ankles daring me to come

Closer. I board a boat and lean over the

Chipped railing, binoculars in hand, to

Witness creatures whose existence alone is

Justification enough to gawk in gratitude.

I am here to watch water roar from

Fifty feet away, imagining myself

Plunging into the bone-crushing pressure.

My lungs locking horns with polar swells.

Osseous clattering, chipping enamel.

I know when my aperture fails to

Acclimate, and my irises admit defeat, I will

Protect her anyway, knowing

Mother Nature is not fighting against us

In the war we’ve waged.

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