Gaze Green

Look ahead;

Everywhere your drishti reaches,

Green and pink

And rich 

With life.

Growing, verdant,

Vermicultured,

Verily

So.

As i stick to everything

And everything sticks to me

In skin,

In memory.

Even this hawk, or falcon,

Distantly swooping

For prey

Which i must appear to be

To her.

Help, help.

Nine one one--

Help me:

The sky is pale blue and wider 

Than the widest lens 

Could capture.

Is this not an emergency?

Is it not at least an urgency?

. .
 e. haines 2015