The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythm * When crossing the street in Vietnam, you do it with rhythm Two, four, six lanes of traffic, steady. Cadent. Like how you pass days in quarantine. We’re stuck here For the first couple …
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i didn’t know
Treasure waits patiently at the base of the tree for the seven-year old to discover cracked open, stained. all hardened amber spoils long gone, lunch, for a peckish gecko or maybe it’s instead a gecko’s egg It has Elephant wondering what kind of mammals are birds? We’re quick to respond birds aren’t mammals, mammals don’t …
a degree of concern
new levels win the day there are some things to consider but the orange and black-winged flutter by alights and investigates a branch and lifts off again she announces little apart from I am unconcerned
precaution
I really love to gamble. At first, the mask is uncomfortable as it rings my ears and defines the lower half of my face, all tiny checkerboard, black dancing with white. My nose whistles gently as hot breath filters through. I get used to it though, and forget that I have the mask on. Until …
it’s the little things, today
pip pip fizzzzzzz pip pip The clear glass lid doesn’t quite fit the pot we’re using, but it doesn’t matter. I grasp the handle and hold it in place as I shake the pot. be sure the kernels are coated in oil I remind myself. I sneak a peek, and confirm that they are. A …
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Feeling a bit of the non sequitur tonight make the most of this I remind myself. Apropos of nothing a buddy just shared that Boris Johnson has COVID. Despite disagreeing with much of the man, and what he stands for, I don’t, and won’t, wish it on anyone. I’m hopeful he will, thru his experience, …
poorly lit
nights as a boy often went like this I remember sprinting home from school, throwing my backpack down and bundling up in my toque and jacket. A flurry of boots and mitts, I sprinted back across the street to the parking lot. Where, on the daily, magic happened. Usually me and a buddy or two, …
getting closure
I tend to hold on. Sometimes, too tightly. And in a moment where control, any control, is a darting fly, daggering here and there, unpredictable. so much is beyond us But, what is not beyond us, today, is a morning trip to the park. We meander towards the entrance. All is in order, under control. …
abundance
At first, I’m not sure what to say I wander through the produce section, and it all feels foreign but familiar at the same time. Perhaps it’s the four-odd years’ absence from these stores that has made my heart grow. I’m awestruck, at what is here, in front of me. Almost ripe, immaculate avocados, impossibly …
