I watch evaporation
on the roof shingles
as the sun slowly rises
I watch evaporation
of a single jet contrail
the flight path much quieter
than usual
I watch the evaporation
of what I took for granted
democracy
the free movement of people everywhere
touching my beloveds
I watch the evaporation of illusions
that the earth will always tend to our needs
that the stock market is a tangible thing
that I am a sovereign nation
I watch crocuses opening
I watch daffodil buds unfurling
Drowning in bird song
All of life’s moisture
recycling invisibly
above me and all around me
Wake up
take care
we are still breathing the same air
Diary 4/4/20
“Around the world, seismologists are observing a lot less ambient seismic noise — meaning, the vibrations generated by cars, trains, buses and people going about their daily lives. And in the absence of that noise, Earth’s upper crust is moving just a little less.” Harmeet Kaur CNN reporter
Think about it- only on Christmas Day does the earth get a similar break from all of our noisy activities. How can we deny that the results of our human lives affect the planet? “The earth’s upper crust is moving just a little less.” I had no idea. It makes perfect sense, but it is astounding information to me. I had no idea that our impact on the planet is connected on so many more levels than I even understood.
just beautiful truth Judi! 🙂
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Your posts always move me. Evaporation — may it happen to the coronavirus, too.
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This is such a beautiful poem and so very deep in meaning. Thank you for sharing this with us.
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Thank you John, and we are bound to share that which arrives through our fingers to write (and paint). May we continue to inspire each other for a very long time to come.J
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