dawn song and the daily avalanche
Lying still breathless
Lest I interrupt dawn song
I resist daylight
And the daily avalanche
of sour notes and red beets
once upon a time
the days had rhyme and reason
nonsense and outrage
held together by thick ties
of trust and loads of good will
last week’s grievances
lie steaming in a hot heap
of rotten garbage
waiting for today’s dumpster
held up by desperadoes
What holds a moment, a day or a week together? What keeps it from feeling like one slow (or fast) day after another? What gives it the feeling of real life when much of real life must be held in check, and there’s no guarantee of a proper tomorrow?
I don’t object to being held in check during this pandemic. I do, however, wonder how we now go about having what can be called a day or even a week? Perhaps it doesn’t matter anymore.
Outside I hear a resident cardinal calling from a nearby tree. The opening bars of a lovely dance?
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 20 May 2020
Photo of dawn song duet found at allevents.in