Coco

I’ve never liked the seaside

fearing the riptide

that takes me away

I’ve never liked the high dive

jumping

up

up

up

then down into the deep

nothing

Yet here I decide

the light is too smooth and even to be from any of our suns

perfect twilight

without shadows

an eternal eclipse day.

the light is high on the hills across the valley

In 2050,

In Vermont:

I hope there will be

the same amount

of forest,

but there may

be less

as there is now

from 1990.

I hope my children

will know