Were we birds we would
have our talons dug so deeply
into the soil, our wings unable
to lift us into a waiting sky
from our gravitation prison.
The egrets peer down at us
from a thousand hued blue sky
cloudless again this day
as a maleficent sun glares
down on us as we slowly
bake in the oven we created
by our malfeasant stewardship
of nature’s promise and gifts.