The Illusion (To: GW Re:GW)

To: GW, Re: GW.
At first you thought it was an illusion
and ordered further study, walking warily around
the outline of the thing.
Then your observable objection melted away
and broke like a floating block.

You folded your tiny arms, themselves a part of
my beauty, and stood firm on it, feet chalky
on a tiny piece of shrinking, undeniable ice.

You “couldn’t” sign Kyoto, it would “wreck”
your “economy.” Your idea of commerce:
invisible as the lines on your maps of me.
You meant this to add
ice to your block but only made it melt down,
a cube in the churning sea.

Or not a cube, but a jagged bit of
crushed ice as found in a styrofoam
cup of your fast food “provider,”
bobbing too small to support
anyone but you. But it’s real.

I am real I am warm I am real I am warm with
a mother’s protective seething.
And I am becoming warmer.

You called it an illusion and deemed it
less than the dollar. Two of a few,
but who’s counting false propositions
from your mouth?

The population of my seal itself,
and hence my polar bear,
balances as precariously as a beach ball
you put on its nose, only far less cutely.

You’re sinking now,
no perch to keep you from my depths,
and I’d like not for my seal and others to follow.
The broader illusion was your power
to inhibit
the glory of my cycles.

Temporally and
dangerously Yours
Gaia

The Illusion (To: GW Re:GW)

Ross Carper

Joined February 2008

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