A look into a time and land we may not have witnessed at the time.
Extinction Rebellion, London Occupation
(With acknowledgments to Adlestrop, Edward Thomas)
where we nested on trucks
with our talons drilled into metal
as we sent up wild cries calling to our children,
and they gathered,
rising from their bedrooms
and playgrounds and schoolrooms
to fold their wings around the wounds
and consecrated body of Earth our host.
How we made tarmac into garden,
seeding ourselves in the night
and easing up next morning
through drains and cracks
to release soft balsamic fragrance
and love-repeat blooms
unlocking who we are.
Yes, I remember how we offered ourselves,
sitting cross-legged on stony ground
held together by our songbooks and testimonies
and the rising tide of quiet
on the bridge and in the Square,
and in the silent wait at the Circus for leaf-boat rescue.
And in that minute, as I watched, the air became an Arch,
the sun told the truth…
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