Earth Calling

Do you not like to dwell
on my soil anymore
do you not know how much
I laboured for the mountains
and the trees to give
some shelter
so you could hide in them
do you not
in a single second stop
and think?

      In a giant
      buzzing place full of high-pitched buildings
      playgrounds with no
      hiding space and barbed wire
      fence
         a density takes place that's of
         another world
         gives rise to loads and loads of
         cloudy thoughts that lead to
         cloudy politics and building
         walls of glue and bricks to block out
         what seems other-

While Mother Nature ravels on
and moans about such silly
helpless creatures
who bread us and then leave into a realm
of materialistic faith that
crumbles
yet if one stops or stumbles
across a shiny apple,
just shrugs or frowns in
disbelief-
he cannot treat it as a sign of
brief and honest earth connection-

      and hurries in a frightened pace
      off to the next brilliant distraction
      while the poor planet grieves-


Earth cries and
sighs in her green nest
and asks the Universe for
just a little rest from those blindfolded
human things-
so it is Universe who
brings relief
to the blue planet and its stars

and while the fox and bat, the Milky Way and Mars
are busy watching
they see a pair of black hands reaching
down toward the Earth
caress her soil and plants and fields
for it is worth it-

     A shooting star flies by
           smiles for he saw
     out of the corner of his eye

     a vision of two pairs of hands-
            one green, one black-

              and keeps on shooting
             across his well known track
                  keeping in mind the image

                
                                                       of fingers interlocked