09 May 2018

Beyond Shrink-Wrap and Faucets

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Shrink-wrapped chicken flesh sits on shelves, but who
remembers how to raise hens for their meat?
Faucets dispense fresh cold and hot water,
but who knows how to haul it in buckets?

And from where?  We close our eyes and put our hands
on them, hoping food and water will tell 
us how and where.  Will they who we abused help us?
Survival skills are sparse away from farms.

And our parents’ parents’ stories seem like
tall tales.  We’ll have to shorten them, now that
Flint shows us lasting pollution, now that 
science and government have both failed us. 

Time we sing praises to water without
waiting for more reasons to weep.  Time we
learned to save it without looking for whom
to blame.  Time we showed up to save ourselves.

And as we walk toward the fields, let's greet
those who might still welcome us—trees and plants
and folks native here and those who—like us—
are still their guests.  We have only this chance.



For Sumana's

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Water



My blog poems are rough drafts. 
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast

11 comments:

gillena cox said...

Respect yes indeed as we manage our planet Earth
Fantastic write Susan
Thank you for dropping by my blog today

Much­čî╝love

Sherry Marr said...

I LOVE this poem. Especially "Time we sing praises to water without waiting for more reasons to weep." I love the Tree Sisters, who are planting trees (and thus helping water) all over the world. Love your poem's message that we can each walk into the fields, the forest or the beach and do what we can to clean and mend. Truly that is the way forward.

Sara McNulty said...

Love this, Susan. Indeed we are far from knowing rudimentary steps to our own survival.

kaykuala said...

Time we learned to save it without looking for whom
to blame. Time we showed up to save ourselves.

It is essentially a necessary commodity for survival no doubt about it!

Hank

rallentanda said...

Yes with all of our new technology we have forgotten the wisdom of our forebears who knew how not to waste our resources.Good poem.

Sumana Roy said...

"let's greet / those who might still welcome us—"...Such is the forbearance of mother nature!...& our last chance. Nicely put.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

So true...so wisely put...!

Thotpurge said...

Time we showed up to save ourselves. A stark powerful message Susan.. a plea almost..before we drive ourselves to destruction. What a planet we leave behind for our young.

annell said...

Yes, we will passs this way only once, it is a one way journey. And yet we have spoiled so much. We have not learned to walk lightly and do no harm.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Would that more people would heed the warning with which this poem ends!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Such truth in your wise words Susan.
We are agents of our own (eventual) destruction and maybe we have left it too late to make changes...
Anna :o]