quarantine café
ready for any work day
(insomniac’s dream)

quarantine café
ready for any work day
(insomniac’s dream)

only blue today
as we hope for a future
better than our past

2020 ends
in the same way it began
(with downhill skiing)

2020 ends
nearly every way different
than a year ago

2020 brings
a balance of sorrow, joy
hidden behind masks

2020 ends
with screens controlling our lives
(searching for meaning)

2021
with its 5-syllable self
will bring us new hope
a cold winter walk
along the Colorado
right where it begins

a hot springs retreat
to strip the cold off our skins,
bring heat to our bones

ice-cold Tuesday night
(ice skating on a weeknight?)
icing on the cake

we must stay outside
we must wear masks, be cautious
we must learn to live

all out of the house?
all the teens out together?
all the miracles
the boy taught himself
the boy had never skated
my boy taught himself
tonight’s dinner win:
Hungarian paprikash
with homemade spätzle


it is not easy
to replicate restaurants
alas, we shall try

this quarantine brings
a new love for my kitchen
(lucky to have it)

even Bruce ate it
without a single worry
(there was no curry!)
dream school acceptance
in the midst of this nightmare
that’s 2020

what next, i wonder?
how will we survive all this
with all that we face?

the box comes early
before breath has settled us
into this next step

work interrupted
my man carving the turkey
so my boy stepped in

my girls made the pies
and set the grateful table
(we made this loss work)


just the six of us
celebrating our health
in a health-hell year

Vamos a ganar
with this American map
he knows nothing of

every moment counts
and he has read my soul here
with these three small words