Jonas Kyle-Sidell

Climate Change

Maybe there’s a moment, still:

the snow falling,

the body stout, lean, and full –

the beer

rustic

and good.

Maybe there’s a moment

still

a 3rd

door, like transphobia –  

maybe our options

are opening.  Maybe folks need more

than a wink and a nod,

maybe

you can’t replicate good

any more than you can

evil

maybe the tobacco industry

has something to say

maybe the day can fold over me

the stillness roil

like somebody shaking a blanket

on a Monday afternoon

maybe I’ve had enough

of this skullduggery

storm the beaches   

somewhere –

wind turbines roll

safely in our heads.