Uncertain Spring

10 cranes, 6 & 4,
floating over the garden,
balanced on a cold wind.

You’d think they’d be
on a nest by now, but
maybe food is still scarce

and the nights too cold.
All the while I’ve been thinking
about the receding glaciers,

mountains of ice calving into oceans,
the world like an ice cream cone
on a summer day, melting,

about to plop onto the sidewalk.
And the disappearing honey bees,
colony collapse disorder,

and whether our one bee hive
will make a difference.
Our lives are so small

in the face of big problems.
We thought we were giants,
but now we are receding, collapsing,

melting into the rising seas.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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