All the little animals swam up to feel the air that day.
They danced in the water like they never had before.
I know they did.
My science teacher says that they never knew it was coming.
And he says they all went slowly, one by one.
But I know.
I know that Pre-Cambria was full to the brim
With light on its last day.
The last breath of the old world was never a deflating, normal
Sigh, like they say it was.
It was a gasp.
Posted in response to the challenge Climate and Our Earth - Writing .
The cardigan that my grandma wraps me in when I am cold.;
Dusty piles of cards from someone who loves me;
Computer overheating with a two-thousand-million-word PDF scrapbook;
When I was a little younger than I am now,
I went home after school and wrote until bedtime.
That was enough to take me into the stratosphere.
I'd play in the cloud for hours and hours.
I will tell you what I remember from high school, and I will tell you how you can follow in my sinful and lowly footsteps, that your blood might be as holy as mine.
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