Plastic

i once had a girl who was kind never mean treated me so sweetly best I ‘de ever seen we skipped and jumped and sang with joy shared ideas and played with toys everything was hunkey dorey till one day I told my story of how I stored my life in bins with bags and receptacles that were not made of tin nor paper wood or cloth or even silken spin no all of it was perfect plastic wraps containers and all sorts of things I figured “what the hell” it doesn’t mean anything if everyone’s doing it why should I care I mean we’re all gonna go so why would I dare to think a few bags would create any scare? oh but my sweetheart said we had choice she said it with wisdom I heard it in her voice but I was half-witted and said it was fate so why should I change why should I wait for the checkout lady to fetch old brown bags like just one person would matter what a gag until the islands of Food City bags finally reached my front door and my sweet girl couldn’t get in anymore oh I sat on my couch wrapped in sad cellophane realizing how plastic had brought me this pain but now it’s too late I cried out in great shame I could have turned green and changed this planet’s game my sweetheart was right things would have changed if I simply gave up plastic oh if I could do it over again… Originally published in "Dance of Divine Lovers" Poems of Sacred Sensuality © 2014 Joseph A Adler