San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly

DON KINGFISHER CAMPBELL

The Skies Speak In Light

(a line by Mary Monroe)

Regular warmth for the planet below

The earth feels the message

Offers flowers and animals

A billion year gift exchange

Sons of our sun remake

The bounty into concentrated energy

Alter the colors of the heavens

Wonder if we are damning each other

And can we change it back

Cancer is a sign we need to

Return to the pristine beauties

We once were before greed

Become again worshippers

Of the temples of clouds

Sending tears to mix clay
From the dust which is ourselves