I worry no one is watching the dandelions or dragon flies this Spring.
Instead they’re watching the lastest TiKTok dance and podcast wars.
I worry we’ll all forget how to take in a sunset or be surprised by a Robin boldly landing right next to us on the railing of our deck.
Instead we’ll act surprised by the next outrage and run into the arms of folks who don’t remember how to let the color blue fill their broken heart.
I worry I’ll no longer notice my heart swelling at the sight of my beloved because I’ve missed his last days staring at my phone trying to keep my Wordle streak alive.
I worry I’ve left even before I’m gone.
I worry I’m no longer here.