Coniferous, forests echo your name when no one is around,
networks of underground channels, they feed on, protect ecosystems in a mature economy,
conveyor belts set aside masses of food and plastic.
Temptation lurks around every corner, treacherous friend,
at the sight of money, cornered in when the heart is open
and it closes in reverence and disbelief
at that which transpired, the sacrifice of humanity.
Collecting debris, shorelines in Bali project our world,
it never stops raining from swollen eyes that are too innocent,
many condescending nights rolled over on red carpets
appearing to the untrained eye; symbolism prepares nature’s gifts,
honey and locusts over forty nights; a magnificent display of affection.
Honoring their word, the astute know when to stop easing,
into honor and pride when statutes are predominant,
as colored eggs in Easter at muster point,
the mustard seeds germinate and sprout over the span of Acosta.
And here, here you are in peril,
laminated beyond capacity to swell at glacial rivers,
from top to bottom it consumes the full moon,
silver to the touch, apparently a façade, parallel to junctions in life,
frost tips on your fingers and bitten toes heat up by fire,
challenges to usurp the surf of American oceans,
constantly begging for presence of your brethren,
you abandon hope of re-connecting, bury your head in the sand,
and prepare for your final au revoir.
Anna Rozwadowska 2022