The Turbines Outside Copenhagen (2013)
In Denmark, a picture was taken,
of a sea of turbines
off the shores of Copenhagen.
A row of them stands,
large, regal, imposing,
facing the vast and teaming ocean,
in a sly resistance
to our fated flood.
Humanity deftly remains
the suspended, arbitrary seed
planted on the nail’s edge of the cosmos.
The city, cropped out of the photo,
and thus unseen,
depends on these white turbines,
to charge the world that is to come.
I’ve never been to Denmark.
But desperately, reversing despair,
I tell myself today
that tomorrow will close fast,
bringing that long-awaited
into the gentle flow of ocean currents.
And maybe I will sail forth,
against all odds,
on my makeshift raft,
incapable of fighting the current.