Thursday ~ April 30, 2020

Once again I return to happiness,
which means something, somewhere is in bloom
and the notion, however ridiculous,
is born again: love will not go on without me.
See how a thing like weather changes
everything? The warm earth spins a little at a time
so I won't lose my footing, and the April wind
pushes me toward collecting what it is I came for:
the belief that even in the beautiful places,
I am exceptionally possible.

(Christopher Goodrich, b. late 20th c.)

Tuesday ~ April 28, 2020

We're not lovers because of the love we make,
but the love we have.
We are not friends because of the laughs we spend,
but the tears we save.
I don't want to be near you for the thoughts we share,
but the words we never have to speak.
I will never miss you because of what we do,
but what we are together.

(Nikki Giovanni, b, 1943)

Sunday ~ April 26, 2020

All That is Glorious Around us
is, not, for me, these grand vistas, sublime peaks, mist-filled overlooks
towering clouds, but doing errands on a day of driving rain,
staying dry inside the silver skin of the car, 160,000 miles, still running fine...