The sun is setting earlier tonight
than it did yesterday. We ascertain
we daily have a lesser length of light,
but none among us knows when it will rain,
or if the winds will hibernate this year.
Will quenching water fall from winter skies?
As much or more than politics, we fear
how crazing climate makes the ocean rise
and gulps the glacial ice and fries the trees.
I’m mourning every creature gone extinct
(except some insects), while I loathe degrees
of added warmth. It’s like Jehovah winked
creating evolution’s tournament,
selecting clever over diligent.