From Ripple To Too Soon Am I Tsunami Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Ripple runs through circles till
It meets another ripple's will
Perhaps it overrides the first,
Perhaps subsides, perhaps both burst,
Life, likewise, ripples, never still,
Eternal circles stream Time's thirst.

I am tsunami tidal,
dimensions suicidal,
to flood proud flame,
drown aim, tame fame,
maim celebrations bridal.

We waste, embroiled in strife, while life, it seems,
stands hostage held in fee - 'free enterprise'
pollutes Earth's streams while lobbies in disguise
seek liberty to more oppress our dreams.
This is the last decade for husky teams,
for bear/seal interaction. Floods: the wise
hold up as witness to one world's demise,
climactic change that could drown out man's schemes.
In twenty years what floes may still flow? Gleams
reflected by white, water now absorbs. Size
of Greenland ice sheet daily shrinks - surprise
two thousand miles of tipping points! Extreme's
the danger that the whole may sudden slip
making most abandon coastal strip.

If water is life's essence heed the screams
as sink-holes spread, as earthquakes echo sighs
which 'ice here there' converts to new supplies
of water fresh upsetting plankton streams,
as currents change their course disaster's themes
lurk in the wings, - Atlantis, - levels rise.
'Ice crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd' unties
its moorings, faster flows from fjord, creams
turn turquoise, then to blue return it seems
that risks outweigh rewards for Man who tries
inserting fingers in Time's dyke which flies
relentlessly to earthquake splash as dies
One age, one world, as most abandon ship,
step backwards down abyss from iceberg's tip.

Watershed
Four hundred forty million dead,
and billions more without dry home,
while widows, dowerless, must roam
without a pillow for the head,
nor shelter from the sun, a bed
on rainy nights unflecked by foam,
a bowl of rice, a plastic comb.
Yet what are these one thinks with dread
compared to what in forty years
or maybe less will drown the tears
and laughter that we may have bred
between now, then, because, instead
of action to allay the fears
man_kind cares not, is badly led?
[8 September 2007]