In the midst of a climate [crisis/emergency/catastrophe/collapse/tragedy] – I’m not sure what words to use.
And for that problem, I’m finding poems to be the most use. To hold and share the most truth. Here are some that I’ve found. Please let me know yours too.
I’ve also found myself needing to try to write, and in a spirit of vulnerability and letting go of pride, I’ll share these here too.
Ring the bells that still ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
And some of mine…
step us back through this unwild interlude
this unnatural blaze called progress
of ticking clocks pitted against
the breathing of the seasons
this mask of pain
is just my face
when the daily silence
of the fire beneath our feet