What a strange time. None of us know what it is to live the time of plague. Platitudes ring hollow. This too shall pass. Joy comes in the morning.
And I know that all things pass that joy will come on some morning. That something will happen. Things will change. That rain will fall on the just and the unjust. As my friend David Halley says.
Rain don't fall for the flowers if it is falling
Rain Just Falls
I planted onions and garlic. I have not gardened since I was a child. A friend is a master gardener said "plant the dangly things down." And that is what I am did.
now
garlic and onions are in their dirt
in their giant world
with its giant worms
warmed by the sun
washed by the rain
they are
in the game!
roll the dice!
NOW
i pay attention to the sky
vested
in the promise
of rain