The pulse of the planet is speeding up,

doing in 16 hours what was in 24,

we’ve lost eight hours and they’ll be more,

we’re racing to bed, tossing, turning,

waking up faster, running, wildly working,

faster, quicker, running thoughts, incompleting,

never catching up on chores like deep snoring,

driving while caffeinated, driving while ignoring,

restless, jittery, electrified lives,

people spinning, crying, weeping,

unloved, uncaring, not living. Just dying.

Pull up the hand brake!

And Stop.

Get out. Get off,

and crawl if you have to

on tender hands and knees.

Lay down close to Earth

and breathe.

©️2008 Much Love, Deb Poems

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