“I can’t come in to work today because the globe is warming.”

What glamour do we garner? Except, to refuse,

aware our arguments will not connect the dots

between the things we have to carry and the waste,

between that plastic bag and wars we fight for fuel,

between the leather seating and the rights of cows,

between the learning and the standard normal curve,

behind their tired eyes, the cells that do not click,

and the impossibility of peace on earth,

we can fulfill, so quietly, our promises

to self, and god, and family to do what’s right

without the threat of wrongly being bought with praise.