Colors of the Sky

we’re home now. screen time.

i want to keep the rainbow.

the perfect sunset pic.

the lake moon rising.

the soothing sound of tent rain.

just being. outside.

Note to Path-Following Cyclists

please shout, “On your left!”

while passing pedestrians

(also cyclists)

i know that you can.

don’t pass me as i pass peds

(don’t be an assbike)

Rainbow Roots

of little promise

this underdeveloped root

(thought i’d just get blooms)

but underground joy

arrives when you keep digging

to find the rainbow

Solar Products

dawn clouds framing trees

parmesan zucchini, please

(sunlit expertise)

So Hot. So Worth It.

a hike can’t save us.

the heat seems to want us dead.

but the masks? yes. yes.

all the Boulderites.

they get it. even on trails.

why is it so hard?

you could have this view.

away from the pandemic.

if you’d just listen.

We Can Pretend

a lazy lake day

calmer than a quarantine

peace (so far from peace).

Road Trip 2020, Day Seven

there is no escape here.

only evasion.

it’s up this curvy road packed with hill after horse-country hill,

packed with perfect fences and horses whipping their tails,

with cars zooming past, some honking at my hugging-the-shoulder presence as i pedal

pedal

pedal

past these race-won mansions,

these stacked-limestone walls that can’t trap me in or out,

into the sunny, humid heat of midday Kentucky,

so far from home, so far from home,

so near to everything that is hard and easy, up and down these endless hills

in a circle that isn’t a circle.

Coronatine, Day Eighty

victory garden:

popping peonies, pea blooms,

pretty potatoes

our first tomato,

reliable zucchini,

even cilantro

let’s toast us with food

as perfect as irises

that we grew ourselves

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-six

paranoia wins

my midday motherhood run

(let’s hope she’s healthy)

for now, let us plant.

petunias, lupine, sweet blooms

springing for summer