A poet asked me the other day if I were a lover of the earth, and I was uncharacteristically speechless. What does that mean, I asked? She said lovers of the earth are just that, they love the earth, care for it, try and protect it, appreciate it. Don’t we all love the earth, I asked? She said no, we don’t, and when I thought about it, I could see she was right. The earth is not loved. I am considering this, and thinking more about what it means.