Nancy Scott’s poem The Light appeared here in May 2014.
By Nancy Scott
Rising before dawn to do a
I try to repeat green planet
with every breath I take.
But brown grass crunching underfoot
distracts me, and global warming worries
keep me from focusing on my chant.
My thoughts are more Revelations than Zen.
Is this it then, I keep wondering,
the point of no return?
Have we gone and done it,
murdered Mother Earth?