My Turn: Telling the climate story through poetry

By Michael Moodie

The Fifth National Climate Assessment (NCA5) report released in November is the U.S. government’s preeminent report on climate change impacts, risks, and responses released in November. For the first time, the White House Office of Science and Technology Policy included the arts in the process to encourage wider participation in the National Climate Assessment and help us visualize the impacts of climate change. Consequently, a book called Dear Human at the Edge of Time: Poems on Climate Change in the United States was created as a sort of companion to NCA5.

When I heard about this involvement of the arts in NCA5, I wondered how that came about. Are they so frightened of what’s coming that they’ll try anything? Or are they digging deep and trying to tap into energies much older and deeper than science? Who knows? But I wanted to honor their action. I feared that the book might be exceedingly grim, and grimness there is, but when I came across this poem (and there are others like it in the book), I just had to share it.

When we tell the story

Of how we survived the great collapse
it won’t be only kindness
or sacrifice or banning single-use plastics.

It will be imagination.
It will be flock and lift,
pull each other
up from what’s broken.

Systems in collapse
don’t stop collapsing.

No one can stomach the loss
of what must be lost
and so we hasten collapse
clinging to systems too heavy to hold.

We wrestle with Capital’s tooth and claw,
our own creation turned against us,
all the while anchored to ground
soaked in blood.

Consider the gulls
who soar on vast wings,
dipping down to feed
taking only what they need.

Birds adapt over time
to what is real.
We are now the ostrich,
knees bent backward, running

Always earth-bound.
Afraid,
we bury our head.
But all creatures can evolve.

This is our invitation.
When we tell the story
of how we survived the collapse,
we might say:

like birds, we learned
to move as one.
We grew lighter
And lengthened our wings.

— Anna Sims Bartel, from Dear Human at the Edge of Time: Poems on Climate Change in the United States

Moodie write on behalf of CFREE (Carbon-Free Residential, Everything Electric), a working group of the Lincoln Green Energy Committee.

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