thoughts pour unchecked to the sea
all the drainage in the same direction
the sun rising in the east
we all agree, east is east
of course, it’s not the sun that rises
chipmunks scurry about the meadow
prey to coyotes and hawk,
innocent flowers sprout early
tricked by unseasonal warmth
cities downstream, their harbors
god bless the child that’s got their own
almost anyone can benefit from healthcare
at least guidance about the virus
the whole round world is what turns,
our part back to catching up