hold on

i’ll help you—hold on—paradise is flailing—it’s too hot or too cold—too parched or waterlogged—the ice age is coming—the sun’s zooming in—the ice caps are melting—we’ve lost the sweet spot—418.90 ppm—1.2° C—meltdown expected—the wheat is growing thin—crises abound—keep hope alive—keep treading water—stay in the shade—steer clear of the plague—this too shall pass—or we’ll die striving—and after all this, won’t you give me a smile? (over—out)

What I’m Reading:

“. . . What good
is accuracy amidst the perpetual
scattering that unspools the world.”

— Ada Limón / “It’s the Season I Often Mistake”