For so many reasons, obvious and otherwise, I've returned to reading one poem by another…
I’m out for a few days, 9,000 feet up, thin air, big sky and an endless range
of mountains stacked against each other. New Mex locks down again on
Monday, as do so many other states and countries in the face of the now
seemingly galloping pandemic, so I’m out running into the middle of vastness.
Meet me there. Look at the sky. Love your people.
ALL PEACE TO EACH ONE OF YOU. DORA