A reflection
Of a sky long lost
To the wake of progress
Ten thousand more
When what’s now green
Was naught but fields of ice
Or so the legends say
Antarktica
Where all tribes came
Hard to see
In my mind
The numbers
Of the past
What once were billions
Flight reduced
To millions
In the exodus
From the desert sand
Earth had become
To this plot
Of icy rock
A time before
The Clean Air Act of 1970
The Environmental Protection Agency
Which gave the Act bite
And enforced its many regulations
I am reminded of that time
When I travel to countries
Which ignore the science
Or have no political will
To preserve the Earth
Which sustains us
I live on a smooth
Round globe
Of rock and water
With just a thin veneer of gas
Our bombs
Our industry
Our pillaging
She will adapt
She will survive
She will flourish
But even if
You’re nowhere near
The sky is filled
With smoke
From the humblest beginnings
A miracle still
Such simple creatures
Would become the miracle, me