I would comb the beaches
of garbage--sca-tter--ed trash,
collect the refuse like we once collected seashells
as the waves crash.
And scrub off the chemicals
---the thick skin of toxins- layering the skin of fruits---
which poison our food, our bodies
and sicken our earth.
And breathe new air
into the lungs of the forest,
rejuvenating the colors, the sounds, and the smells,
making the earth young again.
I would lick my thumb
and wipe away
the smut, the smudges of the ozone bubble
which, until now, we thought was meant to be gray.
And scrub away the litter
and douse----the gutters
of the sordid city’s gut
--what became of our dirty house-
And shave away the smog
of the over-packed metropolis,
of---stacked---blocks of –streets-- and buildings-
and citizens—extracted from the night.
And cup the waters of our Mother Earth
in my-lined--cracked- and earthen palms,
letting it strain through my fingers
like a sieve calmly catching the dirty dregs.
I would crush the factories,
-the fiery tellurian hells blast—
beneath my fingertips,
they steam defeat at last.
And then wrap the poles
in a frozen wind’s embrace
that keep the ice caps in place.
And pump hard on the chest
of the Earth as we know her.
Throw my whole body
into making her blood flow.
Coursing veins of rivers,
arteries of salty seas,
organs of countries,
all breathing again
thanks to me.