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.)