I can’t describe light,
I can give a
name
And I might fail
to explain
How light lights me up
Releases chemicals,
And electric currents.
I’m told, that these bounce
Surge and flicker
Through my confused, convoluted
Head porridge
Disassembling and reassembling
Photonic thoughts
Off the insides of my bone dome,
Making me happier than
Any drug has ever done.
I can’t explain.
February filldyke has done it again,
It has rained, rained, rained and rained,
Filled every ditch,
brook, runnel and drain.
Now March marches
in
Like a muddy-booted
soldier
Squishing through
swamp,
As the year gets
older.
Feb’s aways wet,
but this filled the pail,
It drenched, poured,
showered and drizzled,
It just wouldn’t stop.
It will turn the
entire island
Into one blanket
bog.
Soaked soil will
rise up,
Buildings, trees
and towers will fall,
Roads become rivers,
Sphagnum moss cover
all.
Bog cotton will
wave,
Where cities once
were.
This may sound fantastic,
But it has happened
before.
The future is
amphibian,
As any frog knows,
So, we’ve just got
to grow
Webs between our
toes.
