Sketch #1

Just the thing, she thought. 

A thin residue of soy milk infused tea clung to the base of the cup. At that moment she remembered that she had intended to write about how China's battle with the USA for global hegemony should be no less condemned than that of the more familiar superpower. 

I suppose T2 isn't really helping make the world less problematic, what with their glorification of pimps and geishas, her inspection of the cup mixed with craving and contempt. That said, what isn't problematic these days?

Tired. She felt tired. The small group of people who lived in English-speaking nations but fought against the military-industrial complex could wait. Even though she knew that her self care was tied up with political activism, no matter how hard a series of psychologists had tried to dissuade her from this intuitive stance. She was counting on herself to let go.

For the teacup to offer another vision. 

Poem for the Climate Crisis

Finding intrinsic motivation
Is my pathway forth
Breathing deep, just out and in
Even though pacing back and forth

I've endured a little too much
Seen one too many cruel things
Buoyed by some deep inner hope
Still, there's juice that cannot be squeezed

Capitalism as a threat
Has been brought to my attention
It really does seem like
We're in need of intervention

Now from which sources must we
Draw our inspiration?
We've never been more in need
Of glocal imagination