Antidote: a poem

Confucius say make a ritual in order to attend in order to focus on what is needed to calm enough to get outside the blather between your ears.

Make a meal and share it. Taste and season as you go.

Pick up trash along your walk.

Turn off the phone and sit and wait for what turns up:

maybe a hummingbird?

Next time you point and say “You’re not the boss of me,” scowl at that annoying mask (while I pout back behind mine), what if we consider that even now that little bee of a bird is gaining weight simply from sipping flowers

to somehow brave the Gulf of Mexico again so his race can go on?

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