Thursday, April 23, 2020

devolution

On high alert when in proximity to other people 
Trying to avoid breathing in their exhaled air
Trying not to touch any contaminated surfaces
Safe space has taken on a whole new meaning.

Relaxing at home and trying to let go of the stress
The news saturates us with distressing information 
And so we must insulate ourselves somewhat 
From the heart wrenching details of human suffering. 

We are witnessing a devolution into a kind of failed state
Unable to effectively contain the virus unlike some other countries 
Unable to halt and reverse the collapse of the economy
Though the full realization of this hasn't hit home yet.

States bidding against each other and the federal government
To procure scarce personal protective equipment supplies
Secretly transporting the goods like contraband 
Trying to avoid confiscation of what has been purchased. 

Everyone who is waiting for things to get better
Hoping life will soon return to the way it was before 
Does not understand the scale of the devastation
Looming on the horizon into the coming decade. 

More like the asteroid impact that doomed the dinosaurs
Than the sudden destruction of a tsunami wave
Much of what we have known will not survive 
As the new world order emerges from the wreckage.

I have a recurring dream during this initial phase
Surrounded by contagious people coughing
While my life partner dreams often of death
Anticipating the scenes of starvation to come.

But perhaps you doubt such a grim forecast
Thinking this economy will quickly rebound
Because you can’t imagine that it won’t
Nor do either of us wish for the misery it will bring.

We need new leadership to emerge in this crisis
With an organization that will mobilize millions
To do away with the grifters profiting from crony capitalism
Replacing it with a system promoting our health and welfare.

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Taylor Lake April 22, 2020

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Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Monday, April 20, 2020

onion skin

It happened as I was peeling an onion
Removing the filmy membrane between layers 
Clinging to my fingers I imagined it was skin
Peeled off from my body after a sunburn.

Me and the onion two forms of life
Suddenly merged into one common ancestor 
As I stood there at the cutting board
Slicing and dicing preparing ingredients.

Doing a familiar task conducive to a kind of meditation
Cooking from memory not needing a recipe
Being one of so many each of us in our kitchens
Taking satisfaction in providing good nutrition.

This prehistoric human activity using fire to cook
Enhancing nourishment and advancing evolution 
Connects us with our progenitors in a continuous line
So central to our culture and existence as a species. 

For me as a man domestic work is a conscious choice
Not the drudgery it has been for women under patriarchy 
While all I know about cooking I have learned from women 
Who are truly the masters of making delicious food. 

There is comfort in familiar food served at home 
And delight in discovering cuisines of other people 
Enjoying a variety of tastes and textures and spices 
Then deciding what dishes to add to our recipe mix.