Day 10 - NaPoWriMo

Voicing Silence

I wander along the dyke in full sun, crisp breezes interrupt.
The tide is out, terns congregate to feed and fuss and familiarize.
Between Boundary Bay and the North Shore mountains,
most inhabitants, entranced by phones, miss the signals
of earthquakes building,
of orcas disappearing,
of waters invading,
of forests catching fire.
The land is screaming ‘save me’, yet
it is ignored.


© April 2019