i'll write a haiku
as easy as this damn day
filled with lines. and love.
you will never know
how hard i've tried to earn this.
you can taste the snow.
you can taste blue sky.
it comes in moments, this love.
moments found on slopes.
a solstice sunrise
followed by a Christmas star
800 years lit
the lights connect us
we live under the same skies
we live here. on Earth.
walking history
in one of the oldest ‘hoods
same heartbreak, some hope
Zoom meeting hell day
computers that will not work
need zucchini love
you can’t get this far
without climbing some mountains
oh, but the aspens.
zucchinis have popped
my three-year-old magnet proves
that i have foresight
(go where your heart calls,
where those images beckon.
stand in waterfalls)
masked protesters
stand in vigilant silence
since Black Lives Matter
I went to the grocery store today, and I don’t want to write about the nightmare I had last night where no one was wearing a mask.
Could you imagine, three months ago, having a nightmare about people not wearing masks in Target?
Actually, King Soopers was well-stocked today. Everyone I saw had a mask on. People at 8:30am obeyed the one-way aisle rules, and best of all? I stayed within my budget.
I made a budget for my post-work husband, starting at the beginning of May. $200 a week. It may sound extraordinarily excessive, but we’ve got six mouths to feed, and these are American prices, after all.
But I bought extras today. This bugleweed. A roll of packaging tape. And sushi because fuck Wednesday cooking.
And, my nightmares should end soon.
Because my post-work husband got a job, a non-union, non-seniority-screws-you job, doing exactly what he’s great at and wants to do forever, in the midst of a pandemic.
And.
And you can call it what you want. White privilege. True. Luck. Absolutely. Divine intervention. Maybe.
Or just… fate. The fate that led him through the Air Force to me, that led the boy to our doorstep, that led three beautiful daughters into our home, that led his previous experience to him becoming the best candidate out of all the others being laid off.
Coronatine, day sixty-one. It’s a beautiful image filled with pets, hope, and love.
And I want to hold on to this non-nightmare feeling for as long as I can.
And.
This cat was born to be a model. Good night.
like a pregnant mom
i wait for this peony
(bring blossoms, bring hope)
the first bloom beckons
all that is good on this Earth
(even the ants know)
and from this soil
from blustery spring breezes
good news can blossom
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