Comfort

I read a story about the planet dying, even more than I thought it was.

I read about microplastics in the kids’ bloodstream.

I read about the imminent starvation, the food crises brewing.

I read about the madness we call the economy.

Then I check the value of my investments,

Track the peak of the Sensex.

I check into the evening flight home

From the just-firm-enough bed of the hotel I checked into

Where everything is new and shiny and has too many lights

Where I got to in a comfortable (yes efficient) cab

On a smooth 4 lane expressway

And all is well in the realm of the story.

And life goes on.

One more day.