In honor of Earth Day, here’s a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. Yes, I know it’s no longer February, and Gaia’s in a better mood, today at any rate, but the theme feels more relevant than ever. Enjoy, and Happy Earth Day!
Gaia’s gone bipolar. Finally flipped,
now that it’s February.
Oh yes, I know
she’s always had her moods,
but now she’s rapid-cycling.
Call the cosmic shrinks,
prescribe some medication STAT
to calm her down, and level out
the peaks and valleys.
Just yesterday, snow spewed
from man-made guns at Jiminy Peak,
while Gaia played her part superbly,
gifting the hills with picture-perfect flakes
of powdered sugar. Skiing through the gentle storm,
my goggles frosted over as the slopes turned gray
in winter’s cold flat light.
An hour ago I trampled through my garden,
soaking up sun at sixty-some degrees.
My boots sucked mud. I searched in vain
for vagrant spears of crocus, daffodils,
but nature clings to sanity
in some respects. The shoots stay hidden
safely underground, obeying
the sun’s celestial calendar.
Now clouds obscure the sun,
and my computer e-mails me an automatic warning
of gale-force, frigid winds.
This strangely rapid cycling leaves me wondering.
Has mankind made her mad? Is earth abused, a victim?
Is this her final freakout? First hurricanes, tsunamis,
now this weird bipolar winter
that jerks my mood around.
She can’t be hospitalized against her will. I guess
we’ll have to watch and wait.