The odd part about the new normal is how a few moments sneak up on you which are just like the old normal. Then you can’t tell if you are at the end of the old normal or beginning of the new normal.
Walking the dog, we saw some white-tailed deer wandering the neighborhood. They’ve been eating our lilies, but, for what reason I don’t know, they leave our neighbors’ lilies alone.
And the weather! Aren’t we talking about the weather all the time? It’s as if The Weather is a celebrity we can’t stop stalking. Must be all the rain puts us a bit askew—of course, now that we’ve reached the hottest part of year, we miss the rains.
White Tails Flicker Goodbye
Walk
time.
Six, and
pre-coffee.
New minted puddles
shine silver eyes skyward. Reprieve
is in the air: petrichor and fictive normalcy.
Structure helps, and apologetics. You can’t expect
productivity between rain
showers, can you? But
storms just pause,
don’t
end.
Speaking of Endings
One thing I’d like to have an end to is the coronavirus. I guess there are a few billion people in line hoping along with me for that end. I could make a longer list, too, but that seems somehow greedy. Once I get the list started, there’s no end to the ends I’d like to see…and you were probably hoping for an end to this post, so I will stop there.
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Fibonacci Structure
You might have noticed this poem was a structured like a Fibonacci sequence. No? More on Fibonacci here.