Pandemic Poem #32

BDC Camp Chase Trail to Robert’s Pass, bike, 10.64

How do people live

the unexamined life?

Why is it so hard

to learn from our mistakes?

To see them as lessons

not assaults on our

character or morality,

not as

someone else’s fault

or a place to lay blame.

Why is it so impossible

to err,

pick ourselves up,

dust ourselves off,

and consider it

a step in the right direction?