Distance

Distance
 
I know the rain is sad
I know squirrels are thriving
I know birds have their priorities
The clouds eat many days
 
I spill hot liquids all the time
Forget where I have placed crucial items
I eat little and only that which requires
Minimal preparation
I rarely comb my hair
I sleep in fits and starts and
What sleep may come is
Never restful
It takes twice as long as it used to
To read a page or poem
And half the time to forget it
 
All the people are anxious
Pretending so hard they are not
There is bright-colored tape that
Won’t let children swing
Pets are living like kings and queens
Trails through sacred woods go untrodden and
The ripe streams, the dark trees, cheer brightly