The end of the world as we have told ourselves is nigh:
Widening eyes align, focus to define shifted underpinnings,
first causes, metaphors, stories of us.
Disruption, distorted transition, fear and distrust
wildly galloping trample the field, cry out the call
“Just let me rest. Just let us lie here, ashamed, afraid
to allow such blinding disarray. So much safer
to fall, over the end of the world.”
Could we, softly, sanely, edit together heavenward pleas,
harmonize with birds, bees, thunder, settling sighs?
Meme-shattering symphony dilated eyes happy to see
bright patterns coalesce, myths reassessed,
zest of surprise?
Would we recreate deity as an image more amiably
embraced, Empathy for the 21st century?