You must be heaven sent

even though you are woman-made.

 

I know this is probably a bad place

to address the stereotype or grammatical effect

that makes the male the go-to figure of speech

and in truth you are probably much more man-made than woman-made

so perhaps I should start over and say you are man-made 

but I don't feel like it. 

 

Oh Global Warming you are a sage

a knower when others guess,

a breath of fresh air (so to speak)

in this world of duplicity, lies

and uncertainty.

 

You know what many of us don't.

 

(And I wouldn't know this

if it weren't for us being in the same

writer's group where I learned your

secrets and you learned mine.)

 

Yes, you and I know.

Most look at you with disdain.

We both feel badly about that.

 

It choked me up when I heard your truth

more than you choke me up each day

(especially when I'm in LA).

 

But since you asked me to speak for you and I 

don't want you to continue being a scapegoat,

I will tell the world your truth.

 

You were instructed by the Power That Is

(and you insist you can't reveal her identity)

to help and assist us (if we are stupid enough

to let you out of the genie's jar)

to do what we deserve, 

which is to destroy ourselves.