At school I learnt how tectonic plates moved.
Their sliding, shifting, wanderings
always there beneath the earth’s skin.
I learnt how the Amazon forest
was considered the lungs of the planet,
and watched presenters with sweat slicked skin
meandering in small wooden boats
along the forest’s main, arterial vein.
I learnt that I was part of a predator,
its jaws already closed around the world,
teeth sunk into flesh.
I learnt that I would be needed to do my part
and watched as change came slowly,
creeping along, stuttering and stalling,
and I hoped that all those little parts,
would be enough.
I’m playing catch up a little today. Yesterday’s prompt for NaPoWriMo was to write a poem in honour of Earth Day. Funny enough, Earth is also today’s daily prompt for WordPress so I don’t feel so bad about being late since I’ve been able to combine the two prompts in this poem.