better

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.