I feel weighted down by the world these days. There’s so much heartache and disappointment and frustration and as much as I try not to fall into the rabbit hole of news, it’s still there. I feel it, a heaviness in the air. Like we’re all on the edge of a precipice, the world itself even, and sometimes I can fly over the void and some days I fall into it.
So I decided to keep it simple this week and a bit lighter. This is a poem I wrote quite a while ago. It was first published in the SoMa Literary Review.
I wish you all a day filled with at least a few moments of laughter.
This week I was particularly struck by
’s essay on . She celebrated a birthday this week and wrote a lovely essay about a walk she takes each day and about time passing and getting older. I highly recommend it. I wasn’t a subscriber but now I am.
What fun. I like lighter poems as punctuation to the heavier.
I walked a nature reserve this week, in coastal Southern California. As in this Oakland-based poem, Canada Geese entertained me. Will we soon rename them?