Here, to candlelight, the poem I scribbled during those 60 minutes.
A Poem for Earth Hour
Let's light candles for Mother Earth,
our powerhouse,
home under
stars;
60
minutes
without a bulb
plugged to
a grid some invented to
blind over a billion
stars,
the many eyes of
the divine
that
look on
us through
the curtain of
stratosphere...
60 minutes to
feel humble close to
the flame of
candlelight -
Mother Earth loves acts of
kindness, for
we are playing with
fire; minutes to
finish my
poem,
light-years
away from Cassiopeia,
Andromeda, as
we plug
back
to
defy black.
I wish I had eyes of
the cat.
© Nat Hall 2021
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