Finding new hiking paths Near our home Throwing bits of carrots Bunnies have a treat. Hiking past old dams Marveling at stone walls The sun sinking westerly We hurry before the datk. A bone carved long ago As I transversed a path This bone configured clearly By ancient tribal hunter. Before the stone walls set Long ago, many sunsets past The bone was carved to use Hunting across this land. Perhaps a call is due Finding bone provenance Could it truly be sacred? Sacred in such an early life? The spring water rests up Pressure against the dam I rush home and can finally paint A blossom in covid times. In the time of elections We are free from oressured hatred A regime that never spoke to me Now I can paint and dream. I dream of the carver who made This bone tool for his use His land now safe from harm New leadership protect the land! I wandered into my thoughts - ferling happier today!
November 27, 2020
Coronavirus has made it more difficult for me and my wife to go to appointments for our baby. She is approaching 5 months and I wasn’t allowed in the hospital due to protocols because of the spike in cases. I really hope that we can make a difference with this vaccine. I hope people will take it more serious than they have been. People are dying every day. It’s disheartening knowing that 3000 people are dying each day. It feels like a dystopian alternative future. I wish T**** hadn’t politicized wearing a mask, and I wish it was taken serious from the jump. No one man can be held responsible for a pandemic, but you can be held accountable for your reaction.
December 14, 2020