on good days
I believe a thousand
California condors
will fly headlong
into the future
not looking back
believe the colours
of a paint-box sky
aren’t pollution
but light scattering
the way it’s meant to
on good days I think
we’re doing our best
or at least our bit ‒
not running
with scissors
think that ice caps
could grow back
if we manage things
a bit better
and keep a cool head
on good days
I trust in clean cobalt
and sustainable grain
in hybrid cars
and healthy hives
imagine whale-song
is booming
that bats can make it
out of here alive
and forests will get old
think the hawk drops
then snags a pebble
and a brown bear sleds
the snow drift
for joy
that a blackbird
pecks and pecks
at the halved mango
to paint his beak
in dazzle