It is the thirteenth of June 2018
On a warm summer’s day that I have spent writing and reading.
It was a pleasant day.
Yet there were no swifts in the sky this afternoon.
I am sorry for that.
My garden is full of flowers and the grass is mown
But there is no room for nature.
I am sorry for that too.
What are we doing to you?
How can you bear it?
As we dig and chop,
Fence and rip,
Sterilize and sanitize.
Is this what you want?
That we should tame and reduce?
Tie you in knots?
And reduce your complexity
To our simplicity?
How long will you put up with it?
Are you powerless?
Planet earth can you hear me?
I am talking to you.
You gave me so much
And I value it all.
But you are becoming less and less by the day.
How can you bear to see so much destroyed?
So many creatures killed?
So much cruelty and pain?
Is it alright if we cause you to bleed like this?
You’ve given me a full life
Laden with stars, sunsets and rainbows
Rocks, trees and seas,
Creatures of all kinds,
Plants and wonders
Always wonders –
How can I repay you?
You’ve been my home for 69 years –
An endless time of love and change.
All I can do
Is say thank you.
I am so sorry.
I wrote this with a nod to Allen Ginsberg.