I don’t understand people wanting to chase tornadoes
or face hurricanes, blizzards and hail just so they can
say they looked into the eye of a storm.
What’s the thrill of surfing the slopes of a volcano
with white clouds of ash hanging in the air, only to risk
a deadly fall into the open wounds of the earth.
It’s beyond me how anyone can get high on seeing
bright orange flames dancing in the sky
in endless out-of-control wildfires.
Yet, every day it seems more likely I will find out
with water levels rising, heatwaves and infernos
blazing through our ideas of climate change.
Before long I will be able to watch our planet’s
entertainment channel from my home,
that is, if I still have a home.