A Love Poem To The Earth. 

I’ve been taught a walk to cold mountains cures a spell,

can stop the hunting — most don’t remember this

until today. The game was over

before it even started:

long before we were all running down the mountains

only few were still walking up.

Who lost and won, us or you?

Forever healing wounds

Do you care to march up the stairs.

To leave you in tears

It seems unfair — if you would disappear:

When water was clean, before we drank lean.

“Actavis actavis.” I’m not an activist.

You are feeling blue, you have an angel hue—

For these times like this,

The words I speak,

silent,

but I can hear you loud and clear.—