Adapters

 We are the great adapters 

How we got here no one knows 

Down a road two million years

And here we are still chirping

Like birds upon a daybreak wall. 

We duck and dive, dance and jive

Flee the ice age then the sun 

Faithful to no special place

Running forward, human race. 

We have dealt with all that’s thrown

By nature at our Eden garden

But now it’s nature turn

To survive the human churn. 

When we kill the earth the game is over

The party lasting two million years

Comes quickly crashing in the furnace

Of climate change despite our tears. 

We’ll have to learn to change

To give ourselves another chance

To see another century

Or die amid a trance

That makes us drowsy, half-asleep

To the dangers that we keep 

Sleepwalking off the cliff

We’d better wake up fairly quick. 

The end comes slowly, then at pace

First unobserved, then undenied

The car is hurtling towards the wall

Time to slow down the chase. 

To travel less and stay local 

Favor small over midsize portion

Stay satisfied, don’t change the kitchen 

The car, the wife or ancient husband. 

The joy of less is so freeing

Time to spend on really living

Free from coats that hide the self

Free things are the most amazing. 

So back to basics

Back to home, if we can

Trim the sail, drop the anchor

Slow the boat,  adapt again