Oh-so-pretty
The comings and
The goings become
As much the point of travel
As arriving
Such that I
Go travelling
A great expanse
Or one so seeming
In truth
A journey of
A thousand miles
Is hardly more than one
In a universe
Far wider still
Than light
Has ever gone
Rain quells nature’s sounds
No songbirds sing
No children shout
Ours are the only ears
To hear
The gentle white-noise patter
Of rainfall
Coming back to Earth
A small man
Of no small mass
A big heart
A wise soul
Both worn
Close to the surface
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
Forward progress
Intermittent
Passing
Ill-advised
To touch
And be touched
By people
I may never see again
But who will forever
Change my world