The End of Abundance 
Leah Shelleda


"Dear grandchildren
born into climate change
accelerating generations
separate us
what I know of ice and snow seasons
the depth of water all we counted on
this knowledge will not be yours

I was born into war
sacrifice rationing
you arrived at the end
of abundance

But who would rather remain unborn
then enter a desperate age?

Little dear ones
time is a rope twirled
by invisible twin girls
we jump in
and skip
for as long as we can"