AROUND THE BEND, acrylic on canvas, 16×20
A two-step login
and peanut butter toast
smother the morning headlines.
There are a million ways to make coffee,
but not enough until I brew a single cup
and toss away the detritus, sheathed in newsprint,
bobbing on turtle waves, message in a bottle.
From there, a brisk walk on idyll dunes
to warm the heart and lungs; a million synapses firing
until slowly tiring of things to be done
and things that can’t be done
that make me worry.
Who am I to wake in such sacred space
admiring the river and trees
while plump blueberries dot my cornflakes
and news of babies continents away
satiate my winter mornings?
I did not choose this time or place
yet here I am, upright on the same hallowed earth
as those who bend and break and needlessly expire.
Another cup of coffee, please,
as I return online, decipher
messages from worlds unknown
and solve the daily crossword;
re-read the news a second time
then start my ritual suffering
of bureaucrats and help desks,
ignorant of their arcana,
waiting, waiting, to know what to do.