I keep thinking;
These fleeing, mournful, frightened creatures-
These are the true homeless climate refugees.
I keep thinking;
Nature will return. Nature is
bigger than this moment.
I keep thinking;
This is how life ends?
With humans who only lend a hand that results in power?
With humans who refuse their neighbors’ pale of water
because someone hurt their feelings?
I keep thinking;
We have lost our Mother’s trust.
Our eyes will not see the beauty of
her children’s resurrection.
I keep thinking;
There is no confessional for this sin.
I keep thinking;
If there were a booth to hide in, if there were
an accepted ‘man in a dress’ alive to listen,
it would be a ritual the next lineage term “archaic mythology.”
I keep thinking;
Until we are all over,
our church will soon, and again,
be engulfed in flames.
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Photo of Notre Dame 2019 fire, by Nivenn Lanos on Unsplash.