We saw it all on TV just now: another five hundred or so stranded whales, about ninety fat, dead sea-lions on the Northern beaches. The coverage was short and soon got back to the usual: a young father of seven lost it and knifed the mother of his children; a body guard shot his German boss for 300 US Dollars in Lima’s San Isidro; ten dead in a head-on crash on the Panamericana Sur. Lady Gaga’s concert didn’t bring in enough money. Won’t be back. An item about Mick Jagger’s rained out visit to Machu Picchu; Peru chefs among the top twenty worldwide. I saw the abducted baby being brought in on the back of a pick-up truck, the blanket lifted by the wind. She was half-eaten by dogs – they found her on a garbage landfill site. And here I am, trying to write a poem about how to survive a bear attack.
I own five pairs of comfortable shoes.
Image by Aleria Jensen, NOAA/NMFS/AKFSC [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons