A bird wakes me and it is Earth day.
It is the fiftieth one,
and on every one of them
I have been doing something.
Today I am only listening.
I planned to write a celebration,
but instead I am wondering
how many animals
and how many plants
have become extinct in fifty years.
Humans are in the midst of a pandemic,
and, so we understand this year
what it is like
to be a part of the earth.
I am not angry or sad
or even on putting on the bright feathers
of my activism,
though I will do that again,
Today I am extraordinarily grateful
for the company of the bird.