APOCALYPSE

What if the world is ending now? What if the bees are never coming back?

Garlic mustard is invading everywhere. I can’t begin to pull it all.

What if the maple trees and earthworms move away?

What if the sky becomes a plastic dome? I think the wars will never end.

I live in the country. I have to drive everywhere. What if all the wells run dry?

I’m making compost out of everything. I’m trying to write this poem.