The Diary of a Conservationist
April 19, 2021Essay by Wendy Townsend
I want to go back to being a child, when I believed that protecting animals was something I could do.
I want to go back to being a child, when I believed that protecting animals was something I could do.
I’d been living in a mine field, it seemed, and now all the bombs were going off at once.
To make something from the desires both to hold and to be held.
She grants me the ability to breathe underwater in this year of oceans.
I frog-kick closer, desperate to recapture what has been lost.
Art should speak for itself, and the artist should maintain a respectful distance and silence.
I knew this was one of those micro-moments in a marriage when it pays to take a breath.