Sunday, April 12, 2020

signs of abandonment

our circadian rhythms
are settling into their natural comfort zones
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and i am finding myself
with solo early morning hours
another walk with a vague destination
from the starting point of our house
and no specific time frame
as i've stopped wearing a watch
spray-painted symbols
in a language foreign to me
mark my path
from street to sidewalk to parking lot

vader starfighter tracks

the parking lot trees
have eyes
and i find myself
cutting across the shuttered shopping center
to window shop frozen-in-time
the hub-bub
(though i, myself, have transitioned to online shopping)
is the grocery store, of course
and i see a surprising number of masked, gloved drivers
with gazes focused ahead,
expressions shuttered
i skitter behind the store
where there is no one
(although i hear voices and heavy movements
inside the docked, refrigerated trailer)
leaving the concrete for the trees,
i take a dirt path around the high edge of the pond

pond soundscape

i'm eager for the rain predicted later today
the air has been granular recently,
thick with pollen

tree tattoos

FOX loves KITTY 4EVR
UFO beams up a stitched heart

i loop back up to the other side of the grocery store,
reading signs in the shop windows
that convey varying degrees of finitude
even so,
there is still a feeling that
life could pick right back up
the same as before

did you earn double points today?

i head back towards home,
crossing against the light
(after waiting for a car to do a creative version of the same -
right turn on red, then u-turn across the double yellow lines
to catch the right exit lane in front of where i am standing -
a determined woman with a dog in the passenger seat)

jedi starfighter tracks

i follow the signs home:
start on sunlight
turn right at the north star
and slide down the rainbow bridge
to my front door
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