In praise of Mary Oliver – and Skinks

I imagine Mary Oliver
after a nuclear holocaust
writing of her sorrow
that in our arrogance and anger
we destroyed ourselves
and most of our world

I imagine her writing of her fear
for the world and for herself
denying nothing
of her sadly changed expectations

I imagine her ending
But look at the way
this little brown skink
moves unhurried
up the porch wall
stopping and starting again
enjoying its bit of life

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