The robin knows nothing

of this strange moment

we are in. It

pokes the ground

unfazed

by the collapse of norms.

 

To steal the suet,

a bear emerges from

the woods.

Like the herd of cows across the road,

the bear has not remarked upon

the fragile balance of the Court.

 

The download speed is slow.

Streaming is impossible.

There’s scarcely any phone.

I’m untethered from the news.

 

I swim In the clear, clean river.

The current is strong

and will carry you off,

but the river’s only four feet deep,

and when you feel you’re being sent

downstream, you just stand up

and make for shore.