January 2nd, 2017, Monday
Observation
It is 4:00 pm, and the rain is freezing, it covers everything in a thickening layer of ice, beneath a slurry of slush and snow
It is warm this morning, but the temperature is falling, dropping below zero
There are people outside who have no shelter, some will not make it through the night
I am warm in my house
My cat does not give a care for the world, except to watch it through the window
To see a bird, a rabbit or squirrel
February 2nd, 2017, Thursday
Observation
White noise blankets everything
It is the humidifier in my apartment, droning
It is the news cycle Trumpeting, trumpeting
The outrage of billionaires...wailing like babies
Demanding, white power, white privilege
White noise blankets everything
The humidifier in my apartment is useful
It helps me breath...but the trumpeting of demagogues is smothering me
March 2nd, 2017, Thursday
Observation
It is 5:00 am and the city is stirring
I have been awake for a few hours, writing
My cat is sleeping in the window, her eyes half-lidded and watching rabbits on the lawn in the frosted morning
The news is of the Attorney General lying to the Senate under oath
My lady is on the couch drinking coffee
We are talking about the news, and wondering
Is there a place for justice at the table in March
April 2nd, 2017, Sunday
Observation
Peels of laughter behind the closed door
The sun climbs behind a soft gray sheet of clouds
The talking heads chirp about treason, and lies
The robins chirping for each other
Oblivious and free
May 2nd, 2017, Tuesday
Observation
It is 4:00 am, and dark in the morning
The house is cold and quiet
It is wet outside, after days of rain and snow
Kitty is curled up on the back of her chair
Her white chin resting on her white paws
I can hear her breathing, the low rumble as she shifts and turns
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The Skein of Days
Поэзияpoetic reflections from direct observations and immediate impressions of the world
