December is poetry month here at WillSpirit. Please forgive the digression as I take a needed break from essay writing. Just scroll back to November to get to the real substance.

Dear Mr. Toad,

Did you know you can teach a new tomorrow with your two-faceted tale of life
In transformation? On an earth of trials, turmoil, and timeless
But hypo-animated tree lines, its soil tilled by ages, evolution taking
Slow, tentative turns on a tortuous road to eternity,
Your ancestors took one tremendous step toward today
By tapping out of the watery egg, telling tails to atrophy,
Then tiptoeing onto that touchstone of teleozoic life: dry turf.
They traveled away from the trammels of tired old teleosts,
Thus initiating our ten-toed trip toward telephones and touch screens,
Teleporting us into the treachery of technology and timepieces,
Climatic catastrophe, titanic battles, and terrible trashiness.
We’re not touting teleology here, but it’s terrific that you, a tiny toadie,
Were created to train us to transmute. We humans needs to be told:
We can take a different tack, and tread the world lightly, but
Time is ticking away, and it is nearly too late to turn the tide.

We entreat you: tell us how to truncate our wild ride toward termination.

Yours truly and trying to transcend,
Tragic Humanity

(This piece grew out of an assignment in a poetry group. We were charged to choose a letter of the alphabet and use it three to five times in each line, and to write the poem in the form of a letter to someone.)
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