Wednesday, February 22, 2012

in the flatlands

We were scared, terrified, beyond the reach of any logic or reasoning, because there didn't seem to be any logic or reason behind what was happening. We had asked our experts, our doctors and scientists and ministers and elected leaders, and no one had an answer or a solution. We were susceptible to every suggestion from every source, every conspiracy theory, every crackpot. There were some families who were untouched; they began to hold themselves separately, to interact only with each other. There were rumors of bomb shelters or bunkers, and constant speculation about the unaffected gathering together and moving somewhere untouched and healthy, but no one knew for certain. Most of us had a family member, a brother or an uncle or a best friend or a baby sister who had changed, and we didn't trust those who were unaffected, we wondered if they were part of the conspiracy. 

reading
"The Best American Essays 2009", editor, Mary Oliver

weather
final swimming lesson . . . before kayaking resumes?