Robert Ronnow writes

Aaron’s Coconut
 

Start the day. In what way

was the cold spring, last wet summer a

global warning, indicator. Says

one commentator on the op-ed page, the

dislocations, wars, famines will tax humanity’s

technology, philosophy, even religion’s ability

to see past daily survival to

the music in the rock. I’ve doubted the taboos

one frog among many in the slow-heating beauty

of the world we knew. Aaron’s coconut.

Peepers doing well in the heavy rains, wet

with joy. Hawks and crows thrive below the jet

stream, noise, perhaps our fears

are overdrawn, we’ll get along, it’ll all hold together

      10,000 years more,

the Holocaust will never be repeated, lush mountain

      and sere

desert equally appreciated, baseball

lazily paced summer evenings, the harvest in the fall

a sure thing, and the dying back a blessing come to all.

Coconut Cocktail -- Slim Aarons