open gardens
How do I spend my time now? is the question I’m asking tonight. It’s too big and I know there are no answers, but I am beginning the…
How do I spend my time now? is the question I’m asking tonight. It’s too big and I know there are no answers, but I am beginning the questioning.
Today was — -
a protein shake
kefir for kids
typing some words and feeling inept
free jazz and screams
just put some clothes on!
eggs and broken tortillas
a short walk in our masks
which make it harder to breathe,
harder to answer questions that 6-year-olds ask like,
did you and daddy kiss when you were in school? and
why did you decide to marry?
I said, I can answer these when we get to Grammy and Grampy’s place,
but I forgot.
instead upon entering, I reminded them to
takeofftheirshoeswashhands
and they said I know I know!
but they move so slowly how could I know they know?
— —
wait. was this today?
Yes. Because now I’m remembering the open garden I’ve never seen be open.
The lady said come on in! and we walked around her work
and through the long garden,
that used to be tended by an older gentleman who died a while ago now,
I tried to breathe deeper through my thick mask while the kids tried
not to fall down — -
with a mask on,
you can’t see where your feet are going very well.
no one fell then, but one fell later when walking home with dad,
— —
after I had walked around different regular streets I used to walk grooves into listening to a podcast that passed through without any retention
tried to do some yoga
baked the potatoes, twice.