Global Weirding — —. — —. — —. And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. — Yeats Some still do not believe in the weather. Mass hallucination? Sump pumps who’d dream them up? Crammed in a musty cellar velvet and cobwebs, the roundelay of denial. Our passports to the dreamtime cancelled. Let the clocks take trains. Let spacetime bulge around us like dolphins caught in tuna nets. Let lobsters let other lobsters out of lobster pots at the bottom of the sea. Could those gravitational waves we heard at last from silver apples really be the music of the spheres? — Barbara Ungar
Used by permission of the author.
This poem is from poet Barbara Ungar’s Save Our Ship, The Ashland Poetry Press, 2019. Available in paperback at bookstores and online here.
Curator’s comment: The discernible effects of climate change on earth are arriving at a rate that seems to correlate with the rate of new discoveries in astrophysics about the possible nature of our universe. This poem expresses the inherent contradictions and attendant frustration associated with the astonishingly large gap between evidence and human beliefs with a humor that bites, as it should.
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