The One in Anyone

 
Globally warmed,

I’m moving inland

–skipping beach walks

as coast encroaches–

I build sea wall,

after sea wall

as stead

–like any good politician

or oxymoron out there might. . .

finding appeal in hamster wheel,

it’s harder to breathe

–in thinner air—

relentless star spits,

spins,

and

burns,

transcending shine.