MUCH ADO

No sooner had I posted my trials with the technology I've so easily become accustomed to, than a wave of shame came over me. swift as brush fire to dry wood, and just as quickly turned to grief--for raising a trivial tempest when real storms have swallowed lives--

 

 for the wildlife whose habitat's been stolen--

for polar bears who drown for lack of ice--

 

for all the starving children and neglected elders--

for the prisoners of conscience, and the prisoners serving time despite their innocence--

for greed that destroys the social contract--

 for my greed.

I'm sorry I forgot you.  

So, back to the beginning once again.

remembering what really matters.