"Playing it Cool is So Unfair..."
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I need to take off to-night for writing. :) Wish me luck.
Ecologist's Love Song
How shall I say I love you, my partner in anger? Together we watch the hot sun sink
and our hopes for snow
fade yet again.
You know why; together we rage and it is this that keeps us still and cold
as the ice melts at the poles, as the air above us breaks. Splits,
like tearing seams, open, and then sun laughs through, singing
that it has come to stay.
We cannot deny it, but we defy it: and this is how I love you.
I love your tender hands as they wash our plates
with a bottle of Ecover. I love your feet on the pedals of our
electric car.
I love your face as it looks up to what we have created together:
our wind turbine.
We recycle together; I worship the lips that silently mouth 'plastics, glass, newspapers...'
People laugh. Our fury is global cooling.
People ignore it, but we promise each other to make our difference with recycled paper and
cloth dishtowels.
Sometimes you cry. 'There is only one
Mother Earth,' you say.
'There is us,' I say, 'There is us. And we are angry enough to
help. Angry enough to
change. Angry enough to love'.
Then you smile through the tears, and I have said it, said how I love you.
Quietly and with strength we go
to put in our new energy-saving lightbulbs.
fin
Ecologist's Love Song
How shall I say I love you, my partner in anger? Together we watch the hot sun sink
and our hopes for snow
fade yet again.
You know why; together we rage and it is this that keeps us still and cold
as the ice melts at the poles, as the air above us breaks. Splits,
like tearing seams, open, and then sun laughs through, singing
that it has come to stay.
We cannot deny it, but we defy it: and this is how I love you.
I love your tender hands as they wash our plates
with a bottle of Ecover. I love your feet on the pedals of our
electric car.
I love your face as it looks up to what we have created together:
our wind turbine.
We recycle together; I worship the lips that silently mouth 'plastics, glass, newspapers...'
People laugh. Our fury is global cooling.
People ignore it, but we promise each other to make our difference with recycled paper and
cloth dishtowels.
Sometimes you cry. 'There is only one
Mother Earth,' you say.
'There is us,' I say, 'There is us. And we are angry enough to
help. Angry enough to
change. Angry enough to love'.
Then you smile through the tears, and I have said it, said how I love you.
Quietly and with strength we go
to put in our new energy-saving lightbulbs.
fin