COCOON THE PEOPLE
FREE THE LAND
 
as the churning cacophony
of humanity
suspends, floats
and settles
 
each anxious human face
tucks neatly in its house
 
COCOON THE PEOPLE
FREE THE LAND
 
invincibility checked by a speck
 
frantic freeloaders sent
retreating to their recliners
numbing with Netflix
 
COCOON THE PEOPLE
FREE THE LAND
 
a cautious paw 
touches asphalt
a twitching nose
tests the breeze
 
COCOON THE PEOPLE 
FREE THE LAND
 
they swim through concrete canals
they howl in cleared-out campgrounds
clear the water
clean the air
 
can we invite back 
the bats and the bees?
the ash and elm trees?
the coral in the seas?
slow the melting freeze?
 
COCOON THE PEOPLE.
Will we stay long enough to change?
FREE THE LAND.

©Vixen Lea 2020