Earth day is soon, earthweal is challenging, calling attention. I pick up that phone. Napowrimo wants a rant. Thus, this:
So close, so close we are
We come up with ways
To improve our commutes
Trains and busses and electric cars
We build solar farms to catch the rays
And recycle tons of plastic bottles and bags
Yet we are bigger than these things
And can accomplish so much more
So, why commute at all? Why is it the wage
Over here cannot support a local abode?
How can we fill fields with photovoltaic cells
When so many rooftops and parking lots go without? (Do you see the correlation with food and dollars there?)
And why make plastics at all?
Should there even be
A homogeneous of money?
Or even of food? Or pavement?
The world is heterogeneous
An ingenious melange of all sorts
Diversity demands differences
Another reason not to covet.
The areas around homes and hotels
Are cared for, tidy orderly and picked
Clean of rubbish.
But look to the margins,
The other side of the fence
Passed the grass, along the ditch
Look at what the fashionable
Birds are building their nests with these days.
So much stuff we make
We are bigger than that. Bigger than this
Our caring needn’t stop at a ditch
A property line, a hedgerow nor border
What are those, really?