Bangkok is drowning, Houston quakes
on shaky ground, Manhattan soon will go under.
Venice wades in deepening waters, Shanghai
sways in a swamp, Mexico’s lake bed
is crumbling, New Orleans nearly sunk.
Heraclitus said, The water flows on, wherever you step.
He left his book at Artemis’ feet
to wander the hills chewing roots and grasses.
His tome, Her temple are gone—
those weeping words still flowing.