Funeral for a Friend

Today surface oil was washing up in the form of brown, oily froth or mousse. Tidal pools along the shore were filled with the smothering, choking, toxic soup.

As I peered into one particular pool, I saw a tiny fish trying to escape the thickening sludge. His efforts became more and more frantic as he attempted to break the surface of the ooze. I had no way to help him escape as everything around him was toxic so I did the only thing I knew to do–I stood with him, in his last moments of life, as a friend.

As he flopped and wiggled to extract himself from his dilemma, his tiny eye peered out and he looked upward, not just to me but to all humanity, for help. Let us be present with our younger brothers and sisters in their hour of need. Let us rise together and create a better world.