Anesthetized

I like to think I know,

I like to live for now,

I like to say I care for all the world to see,

I like that others like the I of me.

Now is not my time to change,

Not yet, but soon...

Perhaps.



Now is nothing more than what is mine, this day,

This, my hour of ease,

My pleasure sensed,

My all is self, possessed, conceit,

I look the other way from certain consequence.



The wind blows,

The waters rise,

The storm of forest fire,

My life before the fall, anesthetized.

. . .


The Fall: an imagined time when changes to the earth's climate cause a pivotal decline to life as ecosystems fail.