What if I were just useless? What if I lay down on my back and felt the earth beneath me? What if I sighed deeply and felt my heart beating? What if I watched the branches of the cherry tree wavering above me, the whirling flocks of starlings, the American mountain ash rising from the stump? What if I held my breath and let the orb-weavers crawl over me and hug me into the earth? Maybe today, then, I will do nothing, but lie in this patch of dandelions. What if I flopped down beside the endangered sequoia tree in Grand Avenue Park and did nothing there? As the tree does nothing, just look at it, honestly, standing there so still, or mostly still, just taking up so much space in the sky. What if I looked the American Crow in the eye and pulled a shiny button from my coat and tossed it into the air? As a distraction. What if I plucked a sunflower seed from my pocket and placed it into the hands of the Eastern Grey Squirrel? Who i...