It’s Monday Morning – by Barbara Crooker

photograph by Morteza Safataj

IT’S A SUBJECT DEAR TO MY HEART; WE INSTALLED PANELS FOUR YEARS AGO, AND ARE HAPPILY MAKING ELECTRICITY EVEN IN WINTER, EVEN ON CLOUDY (OR RAINY) DAYS. SOMETIMES WE ALL FEEL SO HELPLESS ABOUT GLOBAL CLIMATE CHANGE, BUT THIS WAS ONE TANGIBLE THING WE THOUGHT WE COULD DO.

IT’S MONDAY MORNING,
                   by Barbara Crooker

mid-November, the world turned golden,
preserved in amber. I should be doing more
to save the planet—plant a tree, raise
a turbine, put solar panels on the roof
to grab the sun and bring it inside. Instead,
I’m sitting here scribbling, sitting on a wrought
iron chair, the air cold from last night’s frost,
the thin sunlight sinking into the ruined
Appalachians of my spine. I know it’s all
about to fall apart; the signs are everywhere.|But on this blue morning, the air bristling
with crickets and birdsong, I do the only thing
I can: put one word in front of the other,
and see what happens when they rub up against
each other. It might become something
that will burst into flame.

(first published in Kansas City Voices)

Barbara Crooker
www.barbaracrooker.com
bcrooker@ptd.net

new books Barbara Crooker: Selected Poems
http://goo.gl/mtTtEz
and Small Rain http://goo.gl/Gsq

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