I’m Seeing Changes

I am all and everywhere that is dark, watching to see you

Well for all time. You, a whelky eye, that cannot see itself,

Blinking blue as the night lid lifts and drops.

Your silent guardian for many blinking days,

I need to tell you. You, the tall-walkers, word-talkers,

I’m seeing changes,

I’m seeing changes.

I’ve known the ways clouds curl over miracle green,

A cat’s cradle of life held up by your forest fingers,

A time-woven mesh of water, soil, plant and flesh,

A gifting between bodies, within and beyond sight,

Invisible breathing, constant slow growing.

I’m seeing changes,

I’m seeing changes.

This. All this, is fraying as you chop the high fingers,

The weft is going and soon too will the warp.

You talkers, tall-walkers, you ARE earth!

But hammocked in that life-cradle you do not know

How you are part of it, how you are served, how you will fall.

I tell you, I’m seeing changes,

I’m seeing changes.

The ice that has cupped you, held you steady

Two white hands top and bottom, is less. Is less.

You, blue eye, have cataracts, vast eddies, ripping

Those forests faster than your machines ever can.

Plumes, feathery words, say Burn, Burn across the green.

I tell you I’m seeing changes,

I’m seeing changes.

And I tell you, you know it yourselves.

You feel the falling, the weaker cradling,

Even if you are not of those drowning or fleeing.

Be truth-talkers, tell each other of the falling you feel

Be tall-walkers, carry this truth and mend your home.

Bridget McKenzie