Jill G Hall

Mother Earth

 

Mother Earth

How are you doing now that we’ve plundered 
your gifts to us? Fires, floods render flora, fauna, 
humans desiccated, eradicated. You don’t seem 
like the judgmental type but how can you not 
be disappointed, wounded and enraged? 
Maybe Bezos and Branson have it right we 
might need to take flight for changes of place 
somewhere in outer space. The moon or Mars 
I know not where in either case I’m loath 
to even think about emigrating there. 

I love my feet planted on earth’s soil, 
walk along the ocean and mountain 
oaks unspoiled. I want to live under 
warmth of the sun, feel soft rain 
fall from the sky until the day I die. 
Let’s listen to Greta who advocates 
to take stock and do all we can to turn 
back earth’s climate changes clock. 

Published in San Diego Poetry Annual 2021 – 2022

11 thoughts on “Mother Earth”

  1. Susan McKeon Nugent

    I have been immersed in nature for the better part of the last nine weeks as we traversed the country in our motor home. Your poem really hit home as I reflect on our national parks and monuments and how they must be saved from our endangered environment. Thank you for your beautiful poem.

    1. Susan, I love that you’re traveling in a motor home and staying in our parks. I’m delighted my poem spoke to you. Keep enjoying and appreciating nature!

  2. “You don’t seem like the judgmental type…” Somehow I can’t think but that the Earth is reacting to us through the devastating fires, floods, storms… not as judgment, but in pain. All of us suffering.
    Thank you for your poem, Jill and for always bringing us closer to what matters.

  3. Love the surprising rhyme! I picture you walking in Descanso, loving the natural beauty and feel the worry about our priceless blue orb. Thank you for a poem with such an intriguing voice and point of view!

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