Words, all my life, words.
The Sacramento Valley goes
on and on, far
beyond my sight. Room
that I could ever say.
The COVID virus, like nightfall,
is making its way around the world.
can just manage not giving in to fear,
but grief? How does one handle the grief
for thousands? Here, as I write,
it is sunrise, and the light is golden
as it tops the dark green pines to my east.
Lovely, so lovely.