I sit and I wonder,
in a newfound stillness I remember,
what will grow?
Will there be love
prosperity, friendship?
With who? me myself and i?
if I don’t go out if
I hide in the dark if
I sit and think
the grooved wounds
But what if I tried it all?
I know these old paths I
don’t want this trodden loop
Why go back to work?
This fear
of consequences,
like eviction.
I came to here because I thought
with covid our world’s stream had changed,
that it could meander through bountiful
meadows of pleasure and ease
and pure gratification.
Where everything is provided
and all I have to do
is wander and wonder.
Now here I sit
still wondering why I can’t
just wander and wonder.
On the Little Hoquiam River in Hoquiam, Wash.