Observation – May 5th, 2020, Tuesday

It is a bright morning

There is a plane flying overhead, though the city is quiet

There is a robin chirping in the tree outside my window

My lady is working at loom, weaving on a hoop

Kitty is begging for butter

Seventy thousand Americans will have died

From complications due to COVID-19

By the end of today

The news is increasingly grim

There are politicians telling us to prepare

Be ready to lose more

Americans must be ready to sacrifice

Like they did in World War II

This time we march into the jaws of a faceless beast

To feed an economy, that is hungry for our lives

As valuable as kibble, scattered on the floor

Becoming II

Innocent at dawn
The world returns, fresh and new
Rousing in the light

The fluid of birth
Fills the ether, drink it
Like the sacrament

Recoiling, confused
Consider the purpose, self
Continuity

The terrible dawn
To beā€¦and to be, not I
The incarnation

The fluid of birth
Fills the ether, drink it
Like the sacrament

Threads of memory
Woven into tapestries
Violence, indifference

The storm is over
The night is done, dawn is come
Temporalities

The fluid of birth
Fills the ether, drink it
Like the sacrament

Everything is calm
In the aftermath of birth
Restful exhaustion