Waiting on a Miracle
Beautiful to know the painted turtle emerges
each spring from a state of suspended animation
entered into at the beginning of winter —
a testament to the designer who
seems to have covered every detail
down to the least of his creations —
awakening earlier this year than in years past
which is a sign to some of what’s to come,
warmer temps, a true hell on earth.
No one knows the full effect climate change
is going to have on nature, on humans,
but those who spend their time studying it
seem to agree
it’s not going to be good.
That the reckoning seems to be coming
sooner than initially projected,
makes us perhaps the last generation
to live during a time
when small miracles still happened,
but not one so big as to still the heart
of the beast we’ve awakened.
14 thoughts on "Waiting on a Miracle"
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Wow! Bill, this poem is stunning. The way you move from this slow, steady creature to acknowledging the chaos and danger around us is brilliant! The subtlety and softness that resides here is incredible. I especially love “makes us perhaps the last generation
to live during a time
when small miracles still happened,
but not one so big as to still the heart
of the beast we’ve awakened.”
Amazing stuff, Bill!
I wonder, Bill, if the coming apocalypse will be led by bunnies.
I enjoyed the awakening turtle. maybe we will have a similar awakening
How to write about climate change? It’s a problem we poets need to face. Thanks for showing us this possibility.
Agreed. Glad Bill has taken it on. We poets cannot be silent on this most devastating of issues. Especially when our leaders have maliciously chosen not to do anything about it (looking at Trump and all his lap dogs).
I echo Kevin and the others.
And add my own gratitude,
Thank you for sharing your gift.
Your words flow like a story- refined, engaging and questioning. It is the little miracles that keep us focused and hopeful. Beautiful image of the turtle.
I echo the comments before me.
The movement and beauty here is stunning: “the painted turtle emerges/each spring from a state of suspended animation/entered into at the beginning of winter —”
The turn is powerful!
That last stanza is a killer.
Your poems are miracles! Thanks for writing.
Oo, what an ending. The beast alluded to comes front and center.
Gotta love a turtle…and the awakening makes for great bookends.
Thanks for writing this, Bill. It’s such a huge crisis; sometimes it’s difficult to approach.