I don’t know.
Maybe it is because the earth is moaning through hurricanes and wild fires.
Maybe it is because our president continues to desecrate sacred truths.
Maybe it is because I miss my children and my mother and my cabin and my naiveté.
I don’t know why I am polishing silver today, but it helps.
Oh the privilege of bequeathed beauty.
Oh how needful it is to provoke shine somewhere.