I move like a SNAIL, so slow. The morning alarm feels as judgemental as a GAVEL in a courtroom. I snarl at it. I am up already, no need to push! The smell of coffee, toasted BAGEL, and the quiet murmur of voices is what finally persuades me that, yes, I should, can, and will arise.

Georg’ann

Traveling across states,
to meet my children,
it’s been almost a year
despite masks,
and the surreal inability to embrace
we have a GREAT day in the Arboretum
Starting with rich dark roast and a scrumptious BAGEL
In the morning chill
Later my darling daughter pees in the trees
to the chagrin of her partner
Sun beams filtered through leaves
shine down like a spotlight
as we pose, legs on a log
distanced but not distant

Heather