What are flowers without the bees,
What of grasses without the breeze?
Nothing the wind if not for the trees,
Nada la quesadilla sin el cheese.
—Terri Guillemets, 2017 September 27th
P.S. This was written in a waiting room at Good Samaritan Hospital in Phoenix, hungry and with a restless mind, waiting to hear from my mom’s surgeon. I guess this is about the best that writing can get when one’s mind refuses to focus and one hasn’t eaten lunch. 😂