At the end of the day- weary from my efforts

Banks and I headed down the road where-

I ran into Hannah, an artist women friend and

We spoke of the heaviness we feel

Our global warming worries multiplying

The weight of it in our bones and that

Transmuting the grief is now a full time job

Like mushrooms who eat the oil

This is alchemy

Reaching for the elixir of the shared cup

Any two will do.