its obviously dying

In need of evidence

I started to paint what I could not capture with

my iPhone

or even the camera with the special lenses

unseen until

measured by an instrument

I am as sensitive

as the fern who knows when it is

32 degrees

crying at the train tracks

I know my breaking points too

sitting at the center

carefully calibrated to the past

to the collective

to the young people

looking for what’s important

and the old people that are forgotten

to the brightness of the future

a plant take over apocalypse

when we realize

our own earthly connection

to what we cannot see