Sun low in the Southern sky.

The sheep wear woolen sweaters,

Purchased ten thousand years ago.

 

 

Alone all day. then Zoom!

Suddenly, many faces on the screen.

Oh no!

 

 

Pile of dishes

I surrender and do them all

Morning kitchen gleaming clean.

 

 

Gray curtain of rain

Soaking the far-off mountain.

Sky gifting Earth.

 

 

Sunset purple majesty

Bare trees backlit by clouds on fire

The curtain falls.

 

I flee the network’s magic map.

In the woods, I stumble.

Soft moss greets my palm.

 

Cold morning. Frisbee. Dog

on the open field–

Joy even on a leash.