Do Something

do not

be daunted

each year

she rescues

tadpoles

from shallow puddles

left by spring rains

ignores the

voice of her long

dead mother

lets a spider hang

watchful and undisturbed

in the shower

his ninth dog

is his ninth rescue and

still he refuses to eat

marshmallow peeps

at easter

there is always

a fawn to untangle

from wire

a bird to nurture

back to flight

sheep roam outside

the pasture just off

the winding dirt road

as a dusty rabbi maybe said

do not be daunted

by the great suffering

of the world

do something

gently lift

the worm washed

and exposed

after the big storm

back to the lawn

even before the eclipse

the blind were

filling churches

detached citizens

were wandering into shelters

hospital emergency rooms

escaping from

eyes burnt

with seeing