It’s Sunday. The rain stopped.
We played a parlor game with friends over Zoom.
And I just had leftover birthday cake for dinner.
Not all bad!
And yet, this is just the most baffling time, isn’t it? I know that ‘puzzle as metaphor’ is a little on the nose, but we’re quarantined and it’s what I’ve got. So, here goes…
Haiku 5
April 5
Who cuts up pieces
of sky, hill, road and pasture?
Who knows the way back?
Stay safe and well, everyone!
…yes, who holds all the pieces and can put us back together?
it’s hard not to weep sometimes….