ONE MORNING DURING THE PANDEMIC: AN EARTH DAY POEM
ONE MORNING DURING THE PANDEMIC An Earth Day Poem, 2020 “Revolutionary consciousness is to be found among the most ruthlessly exploited classes: animals, trees, water, air, grasses.” ―Gary Snyder One morning during the pandemic springtime the city silent with the fear of death a hedgehog cactus from among its dangerous spines gave birth to a single luscious pink and white blossom, the size of a man’s fist, its sexual core bright yellow and gooey― “the promised one,” as stated in the prophecies. The blossom, once born in the sunshine, began to preach the gospel of the earth, its dance through the wide blue sky, the sermon explaining exactly how and why humanity is not needed, if it ever was, thank you, for the earth, sun, moon and sky, the great boundless universe, to flourish in the truth of love. All day long the flower preached, interrupted from time to time by a pair of black-chinned hummingbirds, seasonal migrants from so
