decidedly not normal times
2020 (covid chronicles)
I would plant the garden if these were normal times basil and sage tomatoes run rampant by July 3 feet high and caving under their own weight a glutton of riches red and ripe we would be atoms colliding if these were normal times moving at speed on our own trajectories airport, car, hotel who can take over for the nanny we’ve downshifted to a whole new energy now for once, there’s time for everything and it would be fine if there wasn’t such cost if the hospitals weren’t overrun and the wedding wasn’t off and the job weren’t lost if the masks weren’t out in full force but also wildly out of stock if the world wasn’t closed for as far as the eye can see I would rather be planting a garden obviously watch your endless delight at blossoming strawberries gaining color too slowly for your liking plucked oftentimes too early, still green I feel that same urgency