a poem about our planet’s future


Australian Antarctic Territory, midsummer

I follow a bunch of chattering penguins

to the rending scrape of the widening gap

and then jump off the continent.

The iceberg wrenches free at last

and the penguin crew waddle above

to raise our flag of peace.

We have screeching skuas as lookouts

and whales and seals as escorts,

so we set off to find Australia;

it’s somewhere over there

and twenty million years ago.

Published in Ecozona

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