I worry not,
for I can wait.
It’s not devastation,
but more an infestation,
and so, I shall patiently wait.
One day I’ll look at what I abhor,
come to realize I can tolerate no more
and know my anger can no longer wait.
With a swift hand I’ll smite for offenses vile,
no empathy, no warning, and certainly no trial.
Yes, I’m the giver of life, I’m Earth, and I can wait.
But. Then. No. More.
©August 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne