This week’s featured poem is by a poet who wishes to remain anonymous. All the copyrights remain with the poet.
A hush falls over the earth.
The yard is summer-afternoon parched.
I want something to change – I want each
spec of the earth to soak in the rain and the coquettes
to keep blooming the purple and red carnations.
I stress how much I want this.
I want to accept, like the camel who
plods in the arid desert, endless days
servile and patient. I want to
be the proud inhabitant who senses
when to acquiesce so as to persevere
But, I become impatient
I shuffle and watch the clouds move away
I curse the slow warming of the earth and fear that
the distant glaciers are melting away