Somewhere out there

Somewhere out there, somebody is crying in a car in a parking lot. Somewhere else, somebody is starting a vacation in Maui.

Somewhere on the coast, oil from offshore drilling is showing up on a beach. Somewhere in town, a young boy stares, admiring the majesty of a windmill.

Out in Oregon, the blackberries grow plump and sweet in the Summer sun. While down in Chile, it’s getting chilly.

Somewhere, in any city, somebody’s rent went up for the third year in a row. 90 miles away, a “For Sale” sign swings back and forth on a neglected lawn.

Somebody just got fired. Somebody just got hired. Somebody’s just died. Some baby’s been born. 12 million Yemenis are staving, and 12 million pounds of food is being grown.

5 million of it will go straight into the trash.

Somewhere out there, somebody knows all this. And they’re crying in a car in a parking lot.