Know’d not why I would cry in the breeze tender.
Tears soon give way to logical thought
and no longer can I remember,
and no longer my feelings cavort
like seed blown ‘round by the whirl of the wind.
Do I cry for the wind that smarts my eye,
or for the brown locks of the river
being brushed downstream
on a forced quest to deliver
what life it can sacrifice to Eve and Adam?
Know’d not how I did allow my soul to care.
My mind has ceased its disturbed wand’rin’
and I step back full of a strange superior air;
mocking those melancholy
fools who sip mead ‘til maudlin, despising
those who found solace in caring more.
Do I care that the summers stale air with its
sweet smell of eucalypt is poisoned by industry,
or that the roll’d earth draws back in fear,
leaving behind no grass, animal or tree and
only a wasteland as barren as myself remains?
Know’d now that I care and cry for Sarah only.
So come tears, come, and we shall delight
in washing rhyme and reason from my lonely
being, and together we shall compare the bright
summer aureole to her stunning golden hair.
Note: I wrote this in my last year of High School. I think I was trying to impress my English teacher, who I may have had a crush on. Back then it was a mystery to me what this poem was about. With hindsight now, it’s clear to me: it’s about human destruction of this good earth, it’s about climate, pollution, change and above all, it’s about denialism.