At Desk: At Lunch

Reading an article about the loss of BioDiversity and

That genera will disappear--

My coworker walks by with a paper coffee cup;

Same time,

Everyday.

I think, with guilt, of my years at Starbucks and coffee kiosks,

And how my paper cups could fill a room

An apartment

A building. 

Then I think of that plastic whirlpool in the Pacific and the

Packaging my Amazon order came in

The truck it traveled in

The place all of it was made in

The energy that took...

The windmills on the hill (birds dead at the base).

(Windmills are bigger now.  Slower.  Bird odds increase)

I drive by them, the windmills,

In my 30 milepergallon car

With hopefully more than just me in it

But not always

Because people aren’t always going the way that I am

And sometimes I leave early (or late)

Or forget my travel mug in the car, on the counter, both very far

And my carbon footprint won’t carry me there.

I turned off my space heater.

Maybe that will help.