when all is lost

fifty dead in Orlando,

one dead in Britain,

so many dead in Syria, Iraq, all of Africa,

all over the world, so much ugliness

in the press,

a broken democracy

sold out to the NRA

climate change, human trafficking.

hard problems, difficult decisions

and so when the strawberries from my

garden are on my breakfast table,

in the sunshine, so red, so sweet,

so local, grown with my own hands

and care, 

i wonder that we can't make the

world as sweet at these fruits.