The Opposite

I watched the night rolling on past the meridian,
being chased by the clear dawn on a golden chariot.

Across the core, on the other side of the world,
the opposite is happening, had any soul,
down under, looked up at the sky, it could have seen
the bright afternoon being chased by an early gloom,
that arrives before the descent of a night.

I watched the azure ice on glaciers, melting down,
being ruthlessly calved by an ever rising heat
and carbon too in the air that keeps us alive.

At the opposite shore, unseen, far, far away,
had a soul looked down at the sea, it could have seen
how the roaring waves are rising everyday
and slowly devouring the human habitat.

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