Keep This Earth Clean
To drive or not to drive, that is the question.
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the hundred-degree heat in a cooled auto
or to take public transportation and,
in so doing, save energy. To drive
no more; and walk the street to say we end
the gas wars, and the thousand years of drilling
the Earth has endured: ‘tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished. To drive the street;
to ride, perchance to fly– ay, there’s the rub:
for in the streets of death what dreams may come,
when we have shuffled off engines of oil
must give us pause – there’s the respect
that makes calamity of a life so driven.
(A shameless riff on Hamlet’s soliloquy)