blue pearl

even if
the world turns
on its promise
to be free like
a blue pearl
waiting

even if
the land grinds
against itself
gnashing generations
into deformed figures
where sweeping contours
once lay catching rays
from a doting sun

even if
gnarled trees growl
and parched gullies
twist and break
into vague remnants
of a sustainable past

even if
the oceans surge
and all is submerged
into a cold blackness
i will be there
on the seabed
waiting