On Water
My mouth is sandstorm
dry, my hands
caked in callouses,
lines deep
like the emptying river
beds. Can you sleep
without the lullaby drum
of rain? They say
the ocean is rising,
say the snow has become salted
tears, and here, I cannot
cry, my eyes
the crusted red of steel.
What have we done?
Where will we stand
in the Atlantis
that will become us all?
Today in New York and in cities around the US, thousands of people will march for Climate Justice. By protecting and preserving the earth, we protect and preserve lives. This is a human struggle as much as any other social justice cause. This poem is reflection of the changing climate that leads to both floods and droughts. “To change everything, we need everyone.” http://peoplesclimate.org