Are you waiting for something better than perfectly salted crackers at four o’clock in the afternoon? Are you waiting for something better than hot water pouring down your body and maybe the scent of lavender rising with the steam? Are you waiting for something better than your teenage kids playing Xbox in the basement, the … Continue reading What Are You Waiting For?
Dear Thursday, Thank you for your rain. There's been rain here and there, plenty of clouds. But I've been longing for a good, solid, rainy day. You were that. Thank you for beginning with hot tea. For the banana. For the yin yoga that followed. When I walked into my bedroom to practice, the soft … Continue reading :: Dear Thursday ::
The poem starts here.With a cup of tea, quick, because I want to be out the door and arriving at the store just as it opens. Won’t it be cleaner then, freshly disinfected? Won’t there be fewer people with whom to keep a six-foot distance? I hope. The poem starts here.As I approach the store entrance and slide … Continue reading There Are Poems in This Pandemic
I don’t know how to do this the way everyone else seems to be doing it, and if you and I were sitting together chatting, imagine me using air quotes around that word everyone because I know it’s not everyone (you should insert those air quotes again) but it often feels that way and I’ve … Continue reading Somewhat Exhausted