Coronatine, Day Seventy-eight

solo hike with pup

not marred by weather; just bikes

but these flowers; views.

Coronatine, Day Seventy-two

the perfect respite

after seventy-one days

staying safe at home

mental sanity

in our short time here on earth

can be life-saving

hiking these mountains

with their divine mental cleanse

has saved us today

away from the crowds

away from constant worry

here. here we are safe.

Coronatine, Day Sixty-four

the sun keeps rising

and he bought a screen for pics

of all our travels

it can’t be the same

but the sun will rise again

and we’ll try again

Coronatine, Day Forty-nine

until they close this

we might be here every day

(Colorado beach)

humans love water

in all its fake and true forms

(dams, no dams, fresh, salt)

our Friday night lights

makes this feel like our old life

as fresh as sunshine

Coronatine, Day Forty-three

my perfect birthday,

in my mind, pre-corona,

would never be this

(there might be mountains,

a fondue restaurant, views

not in the background)

but with so much time

and simply nowhere to go

love works its way in

my middle’s painting,

a dress hand sewn by my mom,

hand-dipped strawberries

and saved till tonight

my oldest breaks, repairs me

with this card; her words

my perfect birthday

brought to me by a virus

with two gifts: Time. Love.

Coronatine, Day Nineteen

weekdays are now strange

because today i did no work

and yet worked so hard

shopping for parents,

cycling thirteen miles,

playing badminton

trying to battle

all the darkness that surrounds us

with blue skies and sun

Coronatine, Day Seventeen

badminton trials

building weights with drills and logs

and making meringues

not a perfect day

(no day lived in fear can be)

but we’re sure trying

Coronatine, Day Sixteen

a neighborhood walk

(though not in my neighborhood)

is good for the soul

Coronatine, Day Fifteen

views from nearby walks

are all we have at this time

to get us through this

Coronatine, Day Ten

here are my children

throwing frisbees in the park

(they’ve never done this)

quarantine, day nine:

presidential rampages,

orders to stay home

just look at my son:

showing pup what he can do

with our family

card and board games win

(break news cycle doom and gloom)

We WILL get through this.