i looked about
but there was no one
no hobo
asleep upon the beach
no hiker
along that desolate path
no body
floating face down in the lake
no campsite
of some homeless saint
just the backpack
that wasn’t there last week
and i trembled
along with my chipmunk friend
at something new under the sun

praise
to the mountain
trees carpeting her fertile slopes

praise
to the trees
green finery’d by abundant springtime rains

praise
to the insects
within mossy branches interlope

praise
to that nameless, absent one
when wilt thou awaken from thy slumber?

and i went down
down, down
down to the sodden lowland waters
to converse with the nixie sprites

and the hanging diamond
spun shivering in the sky
everyone feels lovely
and they don’t know why

you want an investment idea?

diapers
baby formula
coconut creams
to ease the stretch marks
9 months from now
what consequences
of the boredoms of corona lockdown

shut up!!
these judgemental voices in my head
i need to write some stuff down
without your vocal pollution!