|Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - Le Petit Prince - p. 26|
you can barely see the climate changing.
Like the Little Prince’s glass globe, my house
keeps me from feeling night winds, from feeling
and seeing it’s been much too warm to snow.
Here is a cottage industry of faith
in science that stops me running water
without thinking while brushing my teeth and
washing dishes, that makes me recycle.
I don’t want to see the climate changing.
I read of stranded polar bears and dead
whale babies, of people leaving parched land
to find greener pastures. I see the grief
and awful risks. It can happen right here.
Climate change refugees have no more homes.
They are Princes leaving little planets
where they had houses, land and animals.
Still, they have a place in the family
of things, as do I. Having tamed this place,
I must care for it. To care, I let it tame me.
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