The Bird and the Bee

It appears along the way, the question.
Walking exposes my skepticism.
Exercising curiosity, I recognize
the scarcity of butterflies in my adult life,
wonder if air has thickened,
heavy with invisible weights.

Should I pull and push the wave
that steadies the heart? I might one day
set bushes in my lungs afire, streams
through nostrils with molecular accelerants.
Storms out of season, acidic seas,
shrinking arctic ice, plastics killing
more whales than stupid traditions
and greed. Vengeance of volcanoes.
How do we explain long after we’re gone?
How do the future’s children understand?

Greed grays my mind’s clouds,
my anger crude as oil. Chances of our
planet’s survival black as coal.
A bird that isn’t a bird tears the sky
on whim like the Paris Agreement.
If it isn’t tweetstorming, it is
unthinking the war machine
as its sex slave.

Jonel Abellanosa lives in Cebu City, the Philippines. He is a nature lover, an environmental advocate, and loves all animals particularly dogs. His poetry collections include, “Meditations” (Alien Buddha Press), “Songs from My Mind’s Tree” and “Multiverse” (Clare Songbirds Publishing House), “50 Acrostic Poems,” (Cyberwit, India), “In the Donald’s Time” (Poetic Justice Books and Art), and his speculative poetry collection, “Pan’s Saxophone” (Weasel Press). Jonel loves to self-study the sciences. Read other articles by Jonel.