Revival
The abandoned dairies have been
Born again as wind farms!
The subdivided fields carry
Shields of solar panels into the holy wars!
Your childhood wind spins the turbines now.
Your childhood sun runs the gym.
But your childhood water, your childhood water
Does what it always did when you were a kid.
The cricks trickle through the pastures
Murmuring and crossing themselves
Like old women who know all this
Fuss will pass, and a day come
When it will be safe for them
To bring out the old icons.