Mayfly and gnats hover over uncut grass in early April summer swell. You open your eyes from lounging backyard slumber. The world around you is overexposed, white-washed and painfully bright.
Migrating birds first chirps follow fruit trees first blooms, Strangely early, welcome and worrying.
Friends reach out over email You do not respond. Your neighbor’s garage wall crumbles behind slumbering blackberry bushes.
Look to the sky and wonder what color blue surrounds the heavens Do we agree the sky is blue? Or is it cerulean? Or is it the color of the first blanket that touched your baby’s skin?
You are still too afraid to move, but you are at least remembering, that you once tried.
This year has seeped into your heart and muscles and bones. You don't know if you can forgive the cruelty of this country for letting half a million lives end abruptly in pain and sickness.
Unnamed birds circle around bird seed spread by your landlord. Pairs chase each other, fornicating.
