At one point I was on the cemetery dance floor, moving to the music in the ecstatic wind-blown flow, and I struck the sophisticated poses of the parti-colored trees all around me. One tall tree even became my lover.
I thought about my responsibility to stand up for life, I thought about spray painting "My God, we are the barbarians" on a wall on Wall Street.
Deep ending with yoga to "meditations in an emergency" by mama's little helper, that's us.
Angel looking over Freedom Tower