RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
Billowing White Clouds
Billowing white clouds the size of
mountains stretching out across the
landscape like a legendary dust storm
on the endless plains of Oklahoma
So magnificent they challenge all notions
of nature’s other worldly majesty
This once in several lifetimes display
of the planet’s sensual beauty
Like the spectacular sunsets born of
toxic waste emitted into our atmosphere
I sense that these skies of breathtaking
grandeur, these wonderland displays, these
masterworks of awe and curiosity, are
somehow warnings that the end of time
is near – not for the planet, not for the earth,
and not for whatever godlike beings watch
over us – but for us, the observers, the ones
who marvel at such stultifying grace
The gods are merciful after all for though
we poisoned the very ground we walk upon,
the air we breathe and the clear fresh water
that sustains us, we are blessed with one last
display of nature’s divinity, the greatest
show on earth.
