SOLSTICE

It's summer solstice, the longest day of year, I want the light to last but it's fading. Shadow is everywhere. The sun is
sinking into the horizon behind the trees, and I can't see anymore what I came to see. There are thick bushes laden with berries. Plump black ones, tender to the touch. Bruised, they bleed a dark bluish juice on my fingers. I move to the next bush and reach for sweet red berries, not quite ripe but leaving the promise of sugar to come. The ground is moist and gives way beneath my feet. The smell of rotting earth and leaves teases my nostrils. Exciting me. Reminscent me of days spent in the woods when the sun burned down and the stillness was suddenly disturbed by thundering clouds and lightening. Then later, long after the rain stopped, the pungent seductive smell of earth lingered.

Worries

I worry about the world and what will happen to it; the rivers and forests are being destoyed, the land is polluted and our air is smogged out. I worry about the future of our children and grandchildren who inherit the earth and wonder if they will save it or keep destoying nature.

What will happen to our planet?

Will this planet die out and turn to a ball of fire?

Will the life on other planets continue and will they ever discover our planet?

Fuck all this and tell me what's happening tomorrow. Another bomb threat on the subways?

Just do the best you can with what you have and keep going.

It's all any of can do.