by Jacob Richards
Dangerous air today
they say,
as if i could hold my breath
or turn back the industrial revolution.
they say,
as if i could hold my breath
or turn back the industrial revolution.
Dangerous air today.
Forests burn all around us
old growth turned sunlight
into sugars
a strange alchemy
now turning sugars into
a carbon haze
and air quality alerts.
Dangerous air today.
An “I-told-you-so moment”
if only I could catch my breath.
Ed Abbey laughing–
he tried to warn us–
that we were falling and not flying.
Our fears lulled by PR firms
and impossibly cheap plastic baubles.
“Please put your seat and tray into the full and upright positions.”
Falling not flying.
Dangerous air today.
Red flag warning,
no burns,
red-eyes
impossible heat.
Dangerous air today.
Can’t see the mountains–
might as well live in Kansas–
a long nothing.
Without mountains
how can one tell which way is north?
The cardinal directions
are all mashed potatoes–
featureless like a cartoon heaven–
a special kind of hell.
Dangerous air today.
People breath it in
and hate–
as if
that will clear the skies.
Jacob Richards is a writer, editor, activist, and wilderness guide in Western Colorado.