My teacher was talking about global problems. My mind’s imagination took flight.
I was Atlas, not of Greek mythology but of a new order. No longer carried on my back where much goes unseen, I hold the world in one hand. I see problems pollution has brought, the sadness of war and those lost to anger. I see hunger when others have plenty.
I raised my hand to speak, “We all live on one world. We’re in one family, human.”
“And…?” teacher prompted.
“Families need to work together when there are problems. We only need to care enough to try.”
This is the prompt photo from the Saturday Centus site.