A yellow disc ascends in morning sky,
Illuminating earthbound waves. And sands
Glitter so brightly, sparkling crystals. High
Above the shore a sea bird searches, lands
And gathers hard-found sustenance, she must
Achieve another day of life. Her goal:
Survival of the progeny. They trust
And wait success, else lives become the toll
Of nature’s cruel, inevitable rush
Toward outcomes man is pow’rless to affect.
No wisdom, no technology can push
The march from natural change. But some reflect
On what our species does to block the road,
On arrogance, which is our moral load.
This begins a series I wrote to honor my long-time home, my beloved Miami Beach, Florida. It’s a wonderful, terrible, misunderstood place, and someday soon may disappear into the rising sea levels. South Beach, I miss you every day.