Tourist Posture

Russia ascends.

Russia about to be

a bottomless pit

of misery.  African

lives on the up.

Agriculture, industrial

output motherly.

The Amazon thrives

with life.  It slithers

dead zones

of epicensure.

China falls to modernity,

treats the world

like fuel, face-

savings in the bank.

Things to worry about

are things to love

and love is something

to worry about.

Billions build

towers of elsewheres,

hungry droves

in groves of children,

orchards bathed

in American

chemical ingenuity—

ambitiously

proper calibration

of the sights  

to safeguard peace

on earth, good will

to those whom we ask

their souls.  See,

the slouching bear

on TV, decidedly

polar, on a drift

of ice once

a continent of snow

the whole year.

God’s people, thank

God, on the case.

Not for beasts, perhaps

but others

who turn out not to be

too greedy, too needy

for their stay.

Hope is elementary,

and wants to keep it that way.