The heat. The planet. The animals. And us.
This morning a woman called me in crisis as she feared for her daughter’s safety.
I looked out my window and a coyote walked by on the prowl, looking thin and frantic.
A lizard sat on a rock staring at a bug.
An ant marched across my computer.
And out of the blue, in my so-called mind,
“I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’re vales and hills”.
Very good plan.
Poof.