A troop of chimpanzees drives out
one of their own who wouldn’t share fish.
Children play in the forest
while their parents worry.
Underground, roots and mycelia
reject intruders, kill parasites.
Thunder rattles me
even though it’s far away.
If we focus our lenses we can bring back
empathy feigned to avoid shame.
If I can stand up and relax enough I can be
transmuted into a calm person.
Visualize utopia and hold it steadily – we are
who we pretend to be.