Room Tone

The news bears bad tidings of climate change wreaking havoc;
amid extreme heat, after Maui, comes Idalia.
Our politicians and greed hold hostage the healing
of the damage we have caused to our planet.
Where is our sense of urgency? There is only a void;
the silence recorded in a space where no dialogue is spoken.

I look out the window and the clouds part like the curtain
in the delivery room, and there is our constant companion,
our moon all pregnant, in labor,
holding us in
place as we wobble on our axis,
our tilt letting go.
No one hears her screams.