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Showing posts with label resilience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label resilience. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 07, 2026

RESTING ON A ROCK AT 8000 FEET WHEN IT SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN SO HOT IN MARCH

an abecedarian
by Malinda Miller




The record-breaking heatwave scorching the US west [in March] would have been “virtually impossible” if not for the climate crisis... caused primarily by the burning of fossil fuels. —The Guardian, March 20, 2026

Above the steep riverbank, no snow or ice in sight,
 
below a craggy granite face, I’m
 
cracked open by 
 
determination to understand 
 
evolution. Not 
 
from where, how, why —
 
grand theories
 
honed in academic halls, no — more
 
incipient answers to questions I’m afraid to ask.
 
Junipers surround me, trunks gnarled, twisted,
 
knobby—able to survive relentless heat, intense winds, scarcity of water. 
 
Lichen, among the oldest of living things on Earth, 
 
mossy green, burnt orange and yellow on barren rock 
 
near my dusty backpack and boots, colonized here long before us. 
 
Other foliage and organisms are not so hardy—nor am I—left 
 
parched from a winter of too much wind and too little moisture;
 
questioning, can damage causing climate change be
 
reversed? What’s next? Can we adapt?
 
Should we expect a 
 
tumultuous future full of
 
unforeseen consequences?
 
Verdant seasons may become rare. This we must accept.
 
We’re not as resilient as juniper or lichen. With limited water, only 
 
xeric organisms will survive. Of this planet’s 4.5 billion years, in
 
yardsticks of time, humans are a blip. If, when, will we become 
 
zero, zip, zilch?
 

Malinda Miller is a writer, teacher and editor who is most at home on Weston Pass in Colorado or in the Nevada desert where her family had a ranch just off Highway 50, aka the Loneliest Highway in America. Her poetry and personal essays have appeared in A Poetic Inventory of Rocky Mountain National Park, Ecotone, Think, the Mountain Gazette, the Colorado Sun, the Coloradan, and others. At Lighthouse Writer’s Workshop, she teaches youth classes and community outreach workshops. She has a MFA in creative writing from Western State Colorado University and a MA in journalism from CU Boulder.

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

HORSES IN THE HEAT

by Matt Witt


Photograph by Matt Witt.


We used to joke
that the old farmer’s horses
were “out standing in their field.”
 
But now it’s 115 degrees
and it’s all they can do
to breathe.
 
They’re horses,
so they don’t ask
why it is hot 
like never before
or who stands in the way of
doing something about it.
 
On the fence that
keeps them in their place
there will soon be signs
with the slogan
“Horses Strong,”
celebrating their “resilience”
and urging them to be proud
that they are somehow surviving
the unnatural heat.


Matt Witt is a writer and photographer from Talent, Oregon.