Recycling Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Recycling
I heave the window up
Clouds flee by like ghosts

How old is the rain
Trapped in the endless cycle of recycling?

Tomorrow's shower…did it fall
On a Pharaoh's head?

Our oceans swill around in the cargo hold of gravity
Coral reefs loosen their grip of pulsating life

Remember when cars were fewer, people were less?
Listen. Do starlings complain
When we poison the air they breathe?

On a hay wain to destruction
We roller coast on the road to climate change

Trees scratch at the sour air
Like drowning sailors