Paradise Lost

Paradise Lost                    John Berkowitz


Winter,  seductively mild into mid-February,

full moon rising over town,

a hundred geese wing off with soaring voices

from ice-less Paradise Pond.


Walking home from annual a cappella concert–

college kids in ebullient energy and voice–

such boundless potential, yet so up-in-the-air,

in jeopardy from changing climate,

unseen and unheeded by most,

as they and we walk our various busy paths

like the proverbial lemmings,

strolling along the river

toward a very unknown and roiling sea.