Remembering Blue Skies: A Rant

The snow clouds blow away only to reveal
that above them, to the west, they
have already covered the sun and blue sky
with their noxious, unrelenting layers
of uncountable flakes of poison. I curse
at them and feel the wash of sorrow rise
inside my chest. To the east, the sky
is nearly clear. This western curtain is not one
that nature made. I apologize to the trees,
to the hills, and the soil, and to all who live
within them. Forgive us. Forgive us
for pretending, for accepting the lie,
for believing we are as powerless as you
to stop them, when all it would take
is loud, united voices, shouting
We do not consent.