Someone invited me today to piggyback on another person's poetry. It was a lovely poem about spaces to wait during this panepidemic, places to wait for the return to normal.
I started with this place of waiting:
In my chair
watching through the windows
the morning sun creep higher on the mountains
… watching the dogs
untroubled by the turbulent winds
going about their normal routines
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