Monday Morning Musings:
“And having, on the other hand,
A flowery, green, bird-singing land.”
–William Henry Davies, “In May”
The world grows green and greener
(as many grow mean and meaner),
and baby geese in their downy coats
waddle on the shore, as an older one floats
down the river, like my dreams
(or so it seems).
Life has changed, and though adorned
in May’s flowery embrace, we’re warned
of its fragility, shadows with fertility,
reminders that life is fraught, though there may be tranquility–
death comes to all–the lesser and the mighty fall–
and the world turns upside-down, through the wormhole
we go into another place,
embrace darkness, or find grace
in doing what is good and right
find the cracks that let in light–
and though I see shadows, I walk on
listening for birdsong, watching for dawn.
I don’t go anywhere anymore, except for walks, where I get a dose of the natural world to counteract the anxiety, fear, and the news of the crazies and the supporters of the horror in the White House. I have to remind of all the good people—my family and friends—and you readers, of course. I decided to go into the reopened park this morning, but I won’t do that again. There were too many people even at 7:30 AM to make it comfortable for me. I put on a mask (no one else was wearing one), and then it was difficult to walk quickly and breathe. I left and continued my walk down streets where no one was around, so I could walk without a mask. WP won’t let me upload my masked face photo.
No movies this week, we’re binging Star Trek: Discovery. It’s good to see Star Fleet heroes and people with morals. And I also started watching The Good Fight. I’m reminded how I like all the shows Michelle King and Robert King create: The Good Wife, Brain Dead, Evil—good actors and stories with a touch of quirkiness. Their shows always have wonderful supporting actors, too.