On Earth and Time

I have no time for this reflection
on earth,
on plains

and wetlands,
on mountains, sea and woodland creatures,
cities, towns

and far-off outposts that have heard
the word
and seen the signs

of change,
of epic strain. I have no time to dwell
on her atmosphere,

this era,
or our work
to live in communion

with her tides and rhythms,
cries and hungers, pain and longing
for love. I have no time.

When, then?
The time
is now.

There is no time.
The time
has come.

Poem #22 of 30 for National Poetry Writing Month April 2016