In that space of knowing Something needs to be done But not knowing What it is What to do Where to go How to say it What to feel I lace my sneakers And press the soles into soil softened By an overnight rainstorm In that space of knowing I should be writing But not …
Our last class discussion
was devoted
to calming the fears
of eleven year olds
The children you want to send to my classroom
in the fall
are not
the same children who left my classroom
in the winter.
Sunrise
is non-billable therapy for
loneliness
Are you going to be
the same person
at the end of the pandemic
as you were
at the beginning?
Distilling my day
into words
should not be so difficult.
In July, migraines make mornings start
before meditation and journaling.
The heat you went to bed with
is the heat you wake up with.
How do people live
the unexamined life?
Why is it so hard
to learn from our mistakes?
To see them as lessons
or, Things Learned Walking 5 Miles on the Solstice
East to West, Roundabout
The distance traveled by
a roadkill raccoon’s liver
is twice that
First day cycling since fall.
Why not sooner?
Come home to nap
on the deck
