Thousands of years have passed
and you are still stuttering
over old promises
but
we never seem to get there
so far
and I do not know how many
more thousands of years or centuries
I can wait.
Destroy the dams
let the rivers flow, no matter
if lives and homes are lost
beneath rushing water
fresh water
or salt water when we get
to the ocean side and the
waves swell up
All of this, I foresaw.
I have foreseen all of the natural disasters
(as they are called) but I know
they are fierce and wrathful, raging tears
falling down the face of the earth
like rain onto rocks
some jagged; some smooth, catching the
raindrops in the dry crevices
light gray into dark black
but nothing is bleak
about this destruction
it must be done
and just as I foresaw it
I will again dream
a new reality from
the tenuous and tenacious one
that has a hold on your psyche
but not mine
I am blissfully free of distractions
I hover in the flames of fire that consume
I am storms sweeping
over the dry crackling fields
and all of this will bring relief and peace
although it looks and feel apocalyptic
trust me, it gets better from here.
