View from my sliding door: two rounded trimmed bushes, mowed yellow-green lawn
Cocoon where body and mind blur
in isolated warmth. Vague light
ellipses from day to night and back --
recurring dream existence. Inside,
we discover how little we need
of gasoline, how much
we need touch. Marshmallow
pliable, the days stretch,
filled with dull tasks
or prolonged meditation.
A transformative sleep
from which, renewed and supple,
we will emerge.
- April 9, 2020