Deserts of Ice



A beginning of such languid calm
becomes a trickle of moisture,
eventually a frozen tundra slowly disappearing,
consequences denied by greed’s blind determination.

Still…

Being but human,
even as evolution affords porous absorption,

pride in ignorance reaches its maximum for many.

Where does such a self-inflicted denial go?

Beneath consciousness lurks gathering momentum,
rising to overflowing levels without restraint.

Nature fights such disruption…

Ignoring distant shores,

deniers cling to yesterday’s floatation,
a shallow body of existence knowing only to consume,
and then consume some more.

Why does such a group of mankind
choose cynicism over hope,
contempt over reality’s clarity,
arrogance over humbleness?

Certain people…

So non-human are they,
Remaining ill-equipped to understand
the amorphous origins of our weeping universe,
the cosmic simplicity of its needs,

and the patience it exercises with Time,
that they can't see the wisdom inherent in its lessons?

Such phenomena…

Comes from a world of cumulus billow,
moisture in all its forms
gifting our species with
terrestrial tears,
rain,
streams,
rivers,
oceans,
glaciers,
climate,
all imbued with the Universe’s
natural harmony.

Yet, undeniably…

Many remain trapped in cosmic illiteracy,
wallowing in a plethora of denial,
creating a quintessential nescience,
while Earth maintains its determination
to ward off the immutable drought,

followed by Antarctic-like deserts of ice.