May May's Days Be Not Mayday Day
A wind blows through Spring
bringing Spring
and
being Spring
in a series of breathy gusts
that say,
"yes"
with bold eyes
that look like flowers.
Spring is the time of year we can smell the color green
(before we get summer bored
and brown takes over).
We might hear water talking to rocks
sharing a susurration of secrets
or wind talking to trees -
sometimes quite sternly.
One friend is falling in love
another friend is falling out of love,
and either way it's a roller coaster
and we all prepare for the worst
and hope for the best
in a world without enemies
(if we are so lucky, at least).
Things are feeling like some knots are loosening.
Do we all now fully understand and commiserate
with the blase/confused attitude
of the survivors of WWI + The 1919 Pandemic
now that we've survived the Iraq/Afghan Wars (U.S. names)
and the Covid-19 Pandemic?
Now it makes sense, huh...
why the 1919 flu was kind of a dark mystery
because:
"The microscopic killer circled the entire globe in four months, claiming the lives of more than 21 million people. The United States lost 675,000 people to the Spanish flu in 1918-more casualties than World War I, World War II, the Korean War and the Vietnam War combined."
As of May 2nd, 2023
COVID-19 killed 1,161,164 in the United States, and 6.8 million worldwide.
Just over 30,000 U.S. soldiers were killed/wounded in battle from 2003-2018.
What I'm saying is it's been dark,
we're tired,
and what IS there to say except:
"Stay home",
"Use good personal hygiene",
"This is horrible",
and
"Don't die"?
It all makes sense now.
The whole hole
makes sense.
March 2020 till about 6 months ago
is vague fog and outlines
where we expect to see the familiar forest
of our life during that time
looking back.
On the other hand?
Our yard has never looked so amazing.
We've been hauling away debris for 6 years,
and we are seeing some lasting results.
The future is so bright,
I gotta wear shades
and learn to Lindy Hop.
The entropy has been strong until recently,
and now the tight binding of our collective knots
are releasing.
These are not sailors knots,
neat, clean, and made with knowing purpose.
These are tangled knots,
binding themselves
to the mess
they are.
Correction:
Being present tense now means
using past tense here.
These are untangling knots,
who had bound themselves
to the mess
they were.
bringing Spring
and
being Spring
in a series of breathy gusts
that say,
"yes"
with bold eyes
that look like flowers.
Spring is the time of year we can smell the color green
(before we get summer bored
and brown takes over).
We might hear water talking to rocks
sharing a susurration of secrets
or wind talking to trees -
sometimes quite sternly.
One friend is falling in love
another friend is falling out of love,
and either way it's a roller coaster
and we all prepare for the worst
and hope for the best
in a world without enemies
(if we are so lucky, at least).
Things are feeling like some knots are loosening.
Do we all now fully understand and commiserate
with the blase/confused attitude
of the survivors of WWI + The 1919 Pandemic
now that we've survived the Iraq/Afghan Wars (U.S. names)
and the Covid-19 Pandemic?
Now it makes sense, huh...
why the 1919 flu was kind of a dark mystery
because:
"The microscopic killer circled the entire globe in four months, claiming the lives of more than 21 million people. The United States lost 675,000 people to the Spanish flu in 1918-more casualties than World War I, World War II, the Korean War and the Vietnam War combined."
As of May 2nd, 2023
COVID-19 killed 1,161,164 in the United States, and 6.8 million worldwide.
Just over 30,000 U.S. soldiers were killed/wounded in battle from 2003-2018.
What I'm saying is it's been dark,
we're tired,
and what IS there to say except:
"Stay home",
"Use good personal hygiene",
"This is horrible",
and
"Don't die"?
It all makes sense now.
The whole hole
makes sense.
March 2020 till about 6 months ago
is vague fog and outlines
where we expect to see the familiar forest
of our life during that time
looking back.
On the other hand?
Our yard has never looked so amazing.
We've been hauling away debris for 6 years,
and we are seeing some lasting results.
The future is so bright,
I gotta wear shades
and learn to Lindy Hop.
The entropy has been strong until recently,
and now the tight binding of our collective knots
are releasing.
These are not sailors knots,
neat, clean, and made with knowing purpose.
These are tangled knots,
binding themselves
to the mess
they are.
Correction:
Being present tense now means
using past tense here.
These are untangling knots,
who had bound themselves
to the mess
they were.