There, on the ledge under the horse trailer. If you didn’t know where to look, you’d never see the tightly wound dry grass, branches and stems. Or what’s hidden inside, resting only a few inches below the aluminum siding. Protected. Fragile. A promise. A reminder.
Small fingers flutter Through paper cards Buried deep In wood and metal Must and mildew Taking new shape In this forced darkness Where you can still find me Mining for light
There is no panic here. Only a handful of us made it, propelled more by promise than deterred by constant text threads and news feeds. Social distancing dissolves into connection here, in the ocean and on land. But there’s no denial, no credence given to fallible leaders less capable than a 3rd grader with an […]