Humans flow away from dried up rivers;
that is, they’re inversely proportional.
This is true everywhere, and death follows
climate’s excess drought, flood, fire and vast need.
I drive up the serene Hudson River
thinking this, then drive back down toward home.
The reservoirs are low. Early red-gold
leaves stand out amid green leaves and needles.
New York City is on drought watch and sub-
urban lawns go brown without their ration.
Yet crowded cities of the Rio Grande send
busloads of refuges up to this lush North East.
And the Hudson seems undisturbed by news
across the country and around the world.
Nothing restricts its movement—nor stops me
driving alone in a gas-powered car.
Don’t I know we’ve drained earth’s inner rivers?
In time, earth's surface will share the same fate.
Enjoy each drive, I tell myself, as there
may never be another. Seize the day.
Posted at earthweal open link weekend #133.