Day three on the farm.
Or maybe day four.
Pretty quickly you stopped counting,
because it doesn't really matter.
You're picking gooseberries again.
The scratches from the thorns are like
badges of honor,
or perhaps they are the start of a sentence
that might reveal some deeper truth to you one day,
if you dig deeply enough--
into the momentarily painful bramble at the center of the bush:
where the fruit still somehow flourishes, right at its heart.
As we pass the midway point through the seemingly-endless year 2020, it's impossible to predict what the next six days will look like, much less six months. But it's safe to say that almost none of us will forget the general trajectory of events that have transpired. First came the global pandemic, tanking the economies of world powers after they shamefully denied the danger of Covid-19. Then, the calls from conservatives to reopen businesses before the virus was contained (it still isn't).
Cocoa Bean comes into my room and hops up on my bed. The window blinds are closed. He pads at them gently with his black velvet paw. I twist the blind angle open, and sunshine floods the room. Cocoa, who is a year and a half old but still sounds like a kitten, bobs his head trying to catch the correct angle through the window blinds. I pull the cord, raising the inner horizon. I try to lock the lines parallel, fighting with the damn thing for about a minute. I urge it on: "come on baby, I know you want to show us the day!”
Well, here we are, stuck in quarantine for the umpteenth day and feeling dejected about our entertainment options. Don't worry, friends! Let us take to the internet, and its bounty of streaming options!
When I think about better days I don’t think about going back to my past. A lot of people are excited about the idea of getting back to work, getting back to the mall, restaurants, festivals...getting back to the way things have always been.