Climate Change
- It is the great sigh of our still blue marble:
- Each new storm a gasp for air,
- a crying out from the rivers of truth
- that are poisoning our political seas.
- Who makes time to consider
- the wild salmon struggling,
- despite everything, to make it up stream
- who attends to the whales
- whose blow holes
- are clogged with plastic,
- Or listens to the sea
- which used to be filled with poems?
Adaptation
- Massive violence may well be
- the predictable constant of our universe:
- stars exploding,
- asteroids colliding,
- plagues and droughts . . . .
- each one inviting new ways
- to adapt to survive and create
- as the primordial process plunges itself
- into that cauldron of roiling wonder
- seeking alignment with everything that has gone before,
- and co-evolving in ways that aim
- to transform destruction
- into something unimagined
- and yet so astonishingly new
- it seems woven into the cellular fabric
- of the great cosmic loom
- as it creates a universal tapestry
- we recognize as both
- both particular and true.
- with gratitude to Brian Swimm
Michael S. Glaser served as Poet Laureate of Maryland from 2004–2009 and is a professor emeritus at St. Mary’s College of Maryland. Editor of three anthologies and seven collections of his own work, he also co-edited the Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton. More at: michaelsglaser.com