NATURE POETRY

Come Soar With Me

Mother Earth Gasps a Little Easier, Then Not.

Photo by Bruce Hudson

Early morning sunlight
warmly kissed
the back of the seagull

flying free
past a virus
who took its image

on a device that was made
by oil and metal and glass
and energy

born and borne from a raped earth
sucked out of the ground
while belching warmth

into the air and into the heart
of a being obsessed
with doing good

unwittingly harming
the very lives
that it pursued to enjoy

through a lens forged in fire
saw not the horror
but the beauty

of an already depleted
land and sea and air
a nature challenged

As the flying seagull observed
a world less active
because the virus had its own virus