The Myth Age

It could seem like the end of the world,
That end of the last ice age, at times

More like a flood, land lost to the sea,
But a flood that would not go back down,

Has not gone back down, comes up to this
Day and will rise more next day and next.

We fit this, fit our myths to it, well,
Too well. We spread out with the ice melt

And rose as the seas rose. Here’s a thought—
So long as the warmth lasts, so will we,

Less and less ice, more and more us, more
And more warm seas. We’ll go once it’s cold,

But by now we know we’ll leave too late
To save all the world we warmed to see.