Elk are scratching the tree.
Blue jays squawk above.
Raccoons stride slowly beside them.
A beaver sits and wonders if he needs it.
The magpie just laughs.
Elk are scratching the tree.
Blue jays squawk above.
Raccoons stride slowly beside them.
A beaver sits and wonders if he needs it.
The magpie just laughs.
Descriptions give partial answers.
Listening sometimes explains things.
Other senses can be fooled.
My writing seems to be awkward.
Everything about me is strictly me.
Not you.
The plague hits everyone differently.
Some get paranoid and run away, hiding forever.
Others strut to show how powerful they.
The sickness won’t get them down.
Most live our lives
trying to stay alive
and not be the infected one
next to the neighbours
who are immunocompromised.
The covid 19 rapid test came back negative.
Still, I was paranoid enough to take it.
Which means I should listen to my body
and stay home to recover.
Not usually one that is offered.
The times are changing.
What comes around will continue to go around.
The merry go round is dizzy.
Do not get ice cream.
Simple number.
Precious in its decimal.
Zero interest.
Musical intensity jumps.
One away from percent.
Scanning is fine.
Right?
Not … right.
You mean you want to me to understand
everything I just read?
But it was boring!
Of course I signed.
What do you mean by it is my funeral?
I look forward to small joys.
Treats that feel good.
Talking with people who are positive.
Still I find
all it takes is one person
and my mood goes from grateful
to doubting myself
and all my life choices.
I do not seem to have that happy medium.
Things happen fast.
Sometimes overwhelming.
One thing at a time doesn’t always work.
Juggling all the balls
Means some may be dropped.
Hopefully just not an important one.
Otherwise panic sets in and you might go comatose.
What seems to be the problem.
Is often a mistake that someone refuses to admit to.
Then arguing only gets you more upset.
If it is not fixed.
Life will be hell.