Nobody plots against us.
There is nobody to resist.
Brother wind and Sister water
have no malice in their fists.
The water now turned brackish
is as clear as in my childhood.
The storms are still as beautiful,
the ocean still as dark as blood.
Life was hard, just ask my parents.
And life is hard now. Ask my kids.
Nobody can tell the difference
and there is Nobody to forgive.
The waters will soon claim us
and our homes and we’ll be gone.
And nobody will mourn us
as there is nobody to mourn.
[My friend Westley grew up in Scotland. He is a climate change activist, a theatrical director and a poet, and is currently on the staff of the London Catholic Worker.]