
Silent Sunday




the weirdness of words
the lucidity of language
the silliness of any storm

We rode rental bikes around the perimeter of Mackinac Island, reveling in the freedom, the isolation, the beauty of this magical place when we travelled there in 2012. Motorized vehicles are not permitted there, and the streets are filled with happy, fudge-sick visitors and horse-drawn carriages. Too late in the season, I tried to make reservations for an October visit – with puppy, this time – but nothing was available. I’m itching for a return engagement with this wonderful place. Next year, I think. Next year!
still tired this morning
caught a hungry little dream
in my sleep

This one is easy — I’d love for us to return to the innocence (some might call it naivete) of the world before internet technologies, social media and 24/7 regurgitations poisoned our days. There are benefits, no doubt, but I’ve been wondering for a while now if the cost is just much too high.

poetry
filling my heart
resurrecting my soul
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