Reading a book to my kids with a bit about Greta Thunberg
I start thinking about all the tomorrows
that never came and it’s as breaking
as the friend who never calls or the seed that never grows
no matter the love
no matter the love
*
All those kids holding hands around the equator
I remember that image from primary school
we’re all grown up now but with COVID there’s no hand holding
and it’s too hot around the equator so we knit scarves around a tree or two
no matter the love
no matter the love
*
Got our eyes on Mars for the future because
when a bin gets full, you buy another because recycling is hard.
I guess it doesn’t give you that adrenaline rush.
Teaching our kids to run away when life gets tough
no matter the love
no matter the love
*
We careen around the sun together
on this billy-cart called Earth – the best one we’ve got.
Species flying off into outer space. We’re
holding on to hope because that’s the only handle left
no matter the love
no matter the love
Out of the Cave 
Strong words, well spoken 🙏
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Thank you!❤️
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Doesn’t it just make you want to cry?
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Yes. 100%
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The stanza about targeting Mars because we can’t be arsed recycling was very powerful for me. Sent shivers down my spine!
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wonderful poem
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Thank you!🙂
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Most welcome
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a thought provoking piece: love the freewheeling image of the earth as a billy cart careening around the sun; that same stanza eerily echoes the last verse of Neil Young’s ‘After the Goldrush’ —
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I think this poem would be a good fit for my ‘Anthropocene Hymnal’ project. If you are interested in taking part, please drop me an email at experimentsinfiction@protonmail.com.
Best wishes,
Ingrid
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