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.