The ideals behind the movement March 10, 2017Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
When I was twenty I wasn’t interested in the environment,
I was interested in girls who believed it was important.
If you thought I was looking to change the world from the neck up
then you’ve never understood the ideals behind the movement.
Global warming has a whole new meaning sharing a sleeping bag
in the shade of a Joshua tree on an unforgettable April evening.
Often I think I could leave Thousand Palms listening to Electric Flagg
driving my seventy-four Mercury Comet, windows down, and singing.
Maybe ten years later I was in Cleveland when Erie was on fire.
At first I was amused, observing, Marlboro hanging from my mouth.
I moved to the banks of the Mississippi and the situation was dire,
but I shook it off, bought a bottle of Jack and took the first bus south.
New Orleans is under water with or without levees and raised tombs
so I moved along, Biloxi, Mobile, Pensacola, ending up in Dunedin.
With the debris floating in from the Gulf, it was like opening old wounds
and I began to reconsider what I knew about women, life and sin.
It began as a twelve-step program to reorient my heart and soul.
First it was recycling then the green grocer and no smoking or drinking.
There was cold turkey and hot baths attempting to achieve an afterglow.
Cleansing myself as if I could remake my past and stop from sinking.
There was a long summer night in Key West when it came to me
this was time to break from my past and grasp a long forgotten dream.
I didn’t want to drop into parody, someone in the mirror I hated to see;
I orphaned my shamelessness and abandoned my ill-begotten schemes.
We are told we can get right with God by loving the trees;
taking our stewardship of the land seriously, without guile.
In that moment I may have seen what the Almighty sees
embracing animals, rivers and mountains with grace and style.
This selfish man is working a food co-op and raising an urban garden,
working out his salvation with his heart and hands instead of his head.
If you think I am looking to change the world then I beg your pardon;
you’ve never understood the ideals behind the movement, like I said.