By Carolyn Pinet
I should do more of this:
I shift perspective from
this lying-down chaise
and watch the shipshape clouds
imitate polar creatures while
the breeze sways the shining willow
and the beagle sleeps, one eye open.
It's an invitation to rethink everything, switch around brightly colored tiles and form a new mosaic undreamt of until now.
I gaze at the wild mint,
the plump lavender bush,
the green grass blades in shadow.
How come July has arrived
to surprise us with
new color, a new tune? -
covid's become corvid,
listen to that ancient,
insistent song!