A return to the Cosmic Labyrinth theme. This latest addition will also be found added to Parts 1 and 2 posted earlier, extending the path through the labyrinth. To read the whole poem so far, click here
The Path of the Lava-flow
Hideously now, the path’s a lava flow,
I cannot perceive any way to go safely,
but help is nigh at hand.
I am handed lightweight suit and mask
of fabrics I have never touched nor seen,
assured by the one who guides me
I will be safe from heat and gas and steam.
Impossible to my mind
yet as my guide steps out
I can see she’s safe, so I warily tread behind.
Another wonder on these unfolding paths
as technology reveals the indestructibility
of the cloth of a wondrous dream.
The Haven of Climatology
With trepidation, I prepare to settle
In this refuge with the world held on its heart,
For I know there are those who hate supporters
Of the watchful ones who see it as their part
To monitor phenomena from many sciences
That demonstrate the ways the world’s ill-served
By vested interests in defoliation,
In mineral rape, too few would see deterred:
In suffocation of its ecosystems
For gain, for gain, for gain, for gain, for gain
Then crying ‘Good is bad’ to mask the traces
Of the willfulness engendering so much pain.
But here I meet with wise, and careful experts
With evidence that climate-change is human-fuelled,
I’ll willingly engage within the haven
And build beyond, on wisdom there distilled,
Acknowledging that we, this age, are stewards
Of this amazing planet, so must share
With others of prophetic, lucid vision
And strength of mind and heart to deeply care
Enough to challenge monoliths with narrow focus,
an unremitting single-minded aim
That in the use of earth’s abundant treasure,
‘just they and their stakeholders stand to gain.
I know I must learn, I cannot celebrate.
Though I must go, I’ll point others on the way.