The biggest trick
your utility company has ever pulled
was getting you to believe
that the sun didn’t exist.
Reduced it to a forecast
instead of fuel.
Sold you a 20 gallon
top down road trip …
Instead of Energy Independence Day
and a straight line from your electric car
straight to the source.
What if you could plug
your whole entire house
into the sun?
What if we let sleeping coal lie?
What if we let the fossils bury their dead?
What if PNM got its head out of the ground,
What if New Mexico stopped looking back
and looked up?
Realized that while they are mining our pockets dry,
money is literally falling from the sky
and we can mop it up
with solar panels and wind turbines.
All the miracles we’ve been praying for
have been right in front of our eyes,
while these snake oil salesmen have been
circulating this collection plate of lies.
Make no mistake about it,
they are not giving us “power,”
they are bleeding us dry.
All the rain we prayed for
was wasted on a coal-fire plant,
the kind of plant that doesn’t grow
when you water it.
The kind of power we want
doesn’t have to be laundered
because it is already clean.
it’s the kind that comes from
a million marching in the street.
A different shade of green.
It’s only bottom line consideration
is that people breathe…
even while they’re watching their television
Mother Earth is desperately
in need of rehab,
at the very least
a clean energy exchange.
The day she quits these smokestacks
they will stand like an eyesore,
halo-less, as they should be, on the horizon
as a monument of what once stood
between us and the future.
That time when
profiteers took to impersonating scientists
and split atoms into hairs
while our icecaps went bald.
Before we learned
that there is no Rogaine for nuclear winter.
No half-life for meltdown survivors or victims,
it’s always all
Because there is no future,
there is only now.
There is no future,
unless we “now.”
So you can tell Mama Earth
that we gon’ stick those windmills
on them hillsides like it’s her birthday,
and she gonna blow ‘em out like lights.
Like she never smoked coal a day in her life.
Like photovoltaic cells
on every sunglass lens in New Mexico,
cause today is so bright
all we see is dollar signs.
Because our sol
is so deep
it’ll never deplete
It’s the one thing
we can farm without finishing.
It’s like clockwork.
It’s how clocks work.
Sure as sunrise, it’s the one thing you can depend on.
At 4.5 billion years old, it’s got a great track record
of not melting down…
and when it does…
we got way bigger problems than
The greatest trick
the devil ever pulled
was convincing the world
that he didn’t exist.
The second was
getting us to forget
that we are part sun, all soul.
A walking current of synapse
Each one of us
100 watts of power
© Hakim Bellamy, Oct. 10, 2014. Written for the 2014 Fall Upcycle Festival and Solar Celebration, New Energy Economy
Hakim Bellamy, Poet Laureate of Albuquerque, NM (2012–2014), is a national and regional poetry slam champion, author and performer. He is on-air host of the New Mexico PBS show ¡COLORES!