An Inconvenient Truth Poem by RIC BASTASA

truths somehow are inconvenient
like living on walls so tight that we cannot breathe
because air is so thin,
like living high up on the topmost hill,

truths make us uneasy
like we fear that somehow these truths are uncovered
and the corresponding penalties
are hard to accept and endure

just like this inconvenient truth that soon we shall have
ice melting, waters rising, lands diminishing
populations exploding, massive floods
people drowning, global warming,

i remember Noah, just like you remember how he
constructed his ark
on those clearer summer days,
he did not build his ark when the flood came
put yourself in his shoes
or in the shoes of the ordinary onlooker

was he not crazy? was it not really inconvenient for him?
or was it not worst with you

because you have no capacity for truth
or believing it
you have no talent to live in its shadows
you have always been repealed
by its warm embracing arms

you will wait when you will be slapped by its very hands
by then it will be too late

you are drowning, and the ark has sailed farther to that island
of truth where you will no longer be its inhabitant