I guess this is love
In a time of climate change
We can taste it on our tongues
Rich and crude
The essence of survival
We are standing by the sea
The waves crash against the rocks
Like heat
A kettle boiling
Just in time for tea
We will grow flowers
From seeds
Plant them in thick compost
Let them ripen
Create a rare habitat
A place where we can play
And dream
The world is changing
Sometimes it feels
That we can not keep up
Better to lie still
Watch the shadows play out
On the ceiling
The sun fading
The moon cropping up
I wonder how long we can survive
It all seems so tenuous
This love
In a climate change.
