when all the rain
has passed and
the sunlight dulled.
when the wind is
stilled in all directions
and the sky slowly
dying wrapped in
smoke. when the
geologists start
with predictions of
decline and prayers
become mourning;
wake afresh in my heart --
curl your roots around
my ribs and break
my chest with your
first green cry. draw
my blood up your veins
and thrive in the face
of catastrophe.

give me flowers
when the earth's aflame,
and I promise to send
you rain. let's love
when it's impossible to.

- Sobhan