Do we love one another enough
yet?
Last night I walked down to our supermarket
through a tunnel of gentle rain
and every person rushing by me was another world
of difficulty, and difference.
I did not stop them, did not put out a summoning hand
and mention
ice caps.
I allowed their streams of consciousness
to pass through me.
Why worry them
yet?
Soon enough is soon. If they are not worried
now
they will be worried
soon.
And if there is nothing to worry about
we are sweet
squatting on a mushroom
that won’t go
boom.
A mushroom that goes boom
is an olden times behind-the-eyes
nightmare.
All this time
I have been pondering
the wrong storm.
Ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha.
