This poem and photo come to us courtesy of Edie Rose, my talented cousin who often shares her words and pictures with me. And now with you.
Don’t you dare
Take those few extra steps
Please don’t litter
Put the bottle in the trash
Don’t open your window
and toss that little whiskey bottle out.
Don’t toss it into the prickers
It may be out of your sight
But it isn’t out of earth’s sight.
Tonight a heavy rain will sweep it out
From under that bush and
Push it out of hiding
Along with your other discarded trash.
It will rim a puddle until the
Puddle becomes so bloated
It vomits it into the stream.
Like a flushing toilet
that stream will dump it into the river.
The river will gag and vomit it
Back onto the bank
The rains of climate change
Will swell that river until
It jumps its banks
and sweeps the banks clean
of its accumulated trash.
You have forgotten that little whiskey bottle
But you just may see it again
As it races by you
in the bloated river towards the open ocean.
Maybe you will see it pecked at by birds
Or nibbled on by fish
All of them unnourished
by your carelessness.
Maybe it won’t make it to the ocean.
Maybe the river will disgorge it
back onto the bank
where it will lie in the mud
awaiting some earth lover to pick it up
and deposit it into the recycle bin
where you should have put it.
Is there a message in the bottle?
Maybe the bottle ‘s presence is the message.
©Edie Rose 2014