The digital steel electronic world
wears an overlay of nature, a waxy
mist. If we are lucky, we choose
which world we live in. A cat in
sunlight looks out the door while
the stock market crashes on tv.
Certainly more relaxing to look
at the cat. A FedEx truck goes by,
three deer in the drive, the skunk
has a route and a name: Jackie O
because it’s fun to say: “Jackie O
is at the woodpile.” I have never
felt manipulated, used or bamboozled
by raccoons. Deer paw and nuzzle
at the lick in my trees while sirens
head toward another man-made
disaster. The Dow Jones may fall,
but I’m waiting for bright leaves
underfoot, crunching in that real
way, not like numbers.
Elizabeth Kerlikowske reports here on what is happening in the Midwest.
