Years Circled

There were secrets

Etched in skin,

Poems and curses,

The history of a world

Lost within the bark

Trapped within the circles

Of a base sunk low-

Their release meant an end

A rewind or fast forward

To a time

Where balance was thrown

And Earth pivots dangerously

Towards a new pattern

Created by the confused mutants

That roam the surface,

Those created by an environment

They question and poison

With disregard for the next response-

Only fit to react

To the current-

Foresight a power unseen-

If only a moment was taken

An eye cast upwards

A deep breath cleansing lungs

Instead of filming with soot-

If only

If only

If only

They had taken the time

To find their roots

Stretch deep in soil

And their veins mimic

The outstretched limbs

Of the tree they cut

To make room for

The next paved lot.

Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!

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