On the last day on National Poetry Month, on Poem in Your Pocket Day, I found myself without inspiration for poetry writing. So like all good writers, I picked up my phone to look for some inspiration. I started generally on Twitter where I found myself going down the rabbit hole of pandemic politics–lots of uproar about beaches and closures in our state, with the governor “punishing” Orange County for bad quarantine beach behavior during the heat wave last weekend. But I digress (you can see…I did go down that rabbit hole…)
And then I came across my friend Kevin’s blog where I found his pocket sized poem for today about watching. And then I remembered the rabbit–not the rabbit hole–from this morning…and I used Kevin’s words to find some of my own. (Thanks Kevin!)
Pandemic Morning Walk and Watch
Watching the wild rabbit on the black road
Watching the neighborhood walkers
Watching long-eyed snails crawl across almost dry sidewalks
Trying not to squish them
Watching misty dew drops slide down shrubs
Across crosshatched cobwebs
And down my unnecessary sunglasses into my eyes
Watching you as I cross the street
And the rabbit runs.
The scale view of the rabbit and the car from that angle is interesting …
It’s so strange. I see that rabbit in the same spot most mornings.