I come from a long line of Alarmists.
In the 1300s, we were the town criers
who ran through city streets
yelling important announcements
of impending doom:
Pestilence! Plague! Invaders!
Here, the cure:
Announce something happy,
or at least not Alarming
every—well, let’s start with once a day
and work up from there
till whole days are full of chocolates and
hidden blossoms brought to light.
Start here
Start now
Look, the berries are ripe
and glisten, all the rain
has written Bright Green
across the orchard.
