The wars drag on and the horrors
I can do nothing to relieve.
Yet catbirds are building a nest in the hazelnut
I planted outside my window.
The climate changes faster than we can keep up,
causing suffering I can do nothing, single handedly, to allay.
Yet red-wing blackbirds are raising a family
atop the arrowwood in our hedgerow.
The rains did not come to southern Africa this year,
bringing hunger I can do nothing to mitigate.
Yet mockingbirds gorge
on serviceberries in the front yard.
I urge my representatives to intervene in the world's needs
but their responses I cannot control.
Yet tree swallows are nesting in the gourd
I hung behind the barn.
I donate to relief organizations
but in the neediest areas aid does not get through.
Yet hummingbirds sip from columbine
and beardtongue in the back garden.
I grieve for all the changes I cannot bring
to the wide world.
Yet I am grateful for the all the changes
that I can.
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