Earth's Wind and Fire

It may be, someday, that The Earth will say,
“Someday you’ll remember dancing in September,”
as a kind of warning for such good days…
Not that Mother Earth is a negative sort,
or a doomsayer.  Nevertheless, she must
be honest; she does not like pollution,
nor excess carbon dioxide, nor the
slipshod ways mankind is attending
to his stay on her green and blue
landmass and seas. 

So she will storm, now and then, with
cyclones, tornadoes, gales and gusts
amid thunderstorms.  She must do
this, as a matter of her natural
tendencies and proclivities.

Her fire is an integral part of her make-up
as well, with volcanoes, sea-floor spreading,
and with her molten, iron core—which spins,
by the way, and produces a magnetic field.

Oh, the Earth allows man to dance, to be sure,
yet the dance-floor diminishes as man’s
numbers increase.  Still, the old gal
gains patience from somewhere on
high, and finds ways to enable
man’s stewardship, even though that
stewardship is cavalier and reckless.

She is a pale blue dot, our home
here in the outer reaches of the
Milky Way.  I do not think she
is at all cynical—not yet, anyway.

Of course, man would be of no match;
none whatsoever, if the planetary tides
opted for a dose of cynicism.  Then
memories of September dances
might cause a longing never
before felt or imagined.


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Writer’s Cramp 
9-24-16