THE WATCHER
Voluminous, gray clouds
part the skies on either side.
It is not clear when deluge begins.
Now, nothing but more of the
ominous, charcoal sky-bison.
I feel the quickening in my veins
of remembrance; rain-makers
chanting. No longer is there need.
The wagons- circled & surrounded.
Tumble-weed clouds are rolling over.
I am the watcher.
Nature has cried out against our
blasphemies against her. She has
openly declared war.
Her weapons; the elements.
Battle-fierce against enemies.
She is unstoppable. She topples.
The whole bloody lot; ground-gaping,
earth-quaking. Unpredictable tides,
storms, tornados, hurricanes & fires.
We talk, yet do nothing to appease.
Move quickly to right the wrongs:
the asphalt & concrete erected
has been assigned to bludgeon us.
No measure of peace is too small.
The covenent over-arches the wall.
I am the watcher.
Alice Parris
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</DT> <DD class=wp-caption-dd>Photography by Stony River/AU</DD></DL>
</DT> <DD class=wp-caption-dd>Photography by Stony River/AU</DD></DL>
</DT> <DD class=wp-caption-dd>Photography by Stony River/AU</DD></DL>