I was going to tell the story of how you drew a sign
that read globl warming is hapning please help
with two circular, frowning polar bears
and speech bubbles: Help!
and how I made twelve copies of the sign
and spent an evening helping
you post them around the neighborhood.
As the sun set, this won’t help
you said, tired and hungry.
These signs won’t make anyone help.
But on Facebook someone posted Child global warming sign—Thanks!
and said she’d walk to work more, find ways to help.
I was going to make the observation
that many poems about climate change happen
as apology letters to children.
We’re sorry, we write, for what is happening:
the live feed video we see at the airport shows
icecaps melting, we watch it happening.
I was going to list facts like solar power was showcased
at the 1878 World Fair but coal had happened
already, so to speak, taken hold. I was going to write that
to be female, like the earth, is to sometimes be told what is happening
to you is not happening. I was going to say speak,
daughter, keep speaking.