She stood at the lectern,
bad news she had to share:
“Let me be FRANK, our
oceans are BROKE almost
beyond repair. We threaten
the KRILL, a vital piece
of the food chain.”
I listen, and I remember:
“for want of a nail,
the shoe was lost…”
Georg’ann
At the end of the day
what was most wanted
was rest, a hot shower, mind off.
Then Bonnie made a request.
Will you make clementine cake?
It’s so MOIST. In my travel here
I remembered it, longed for it.
So I ALIGN my evening to please.
Tomorrow they will BUILD.
Psyches at work, a process
that can be as if put on the GRILL.
This sweetness I can provide.
Nourishing with citrus and nuts,
bright egg yolk golden yellow.
Contrast to these April showers.
Imagine us as KRILL, infinitesimal
in the vast sea of creation.
Pecking away, bit by bit,
unaware of our place in the chain.
Not ready to be swallowed.
Heather