poem

The sun was out, it was warm,
and the wind was alive-
pushing long stalks of corn
eastward toward the river.
I remember the smell,
and the sight of the dust following
my footsteps; having created a small
amount of life in my wake.
I smiled as I reached the riverbank.
I smiled as I sat on a large rock,
and I smiled as I opened my thoughts.

-M. Taggart

poem- a little longer

A family member shared delicate news.
I’m looking out my window,
watching the rain.
I hope the test is negative.
I pray the test is negative.
He’s a good man.
A strong thinker
with great faith.
I’ve always watched the rain.
I think I’ll sit here a little longer.

-M. Taggart

 

 

3/18/2020

Went outside today.
Still felt the same.
Birds. Wind. Trees.
Drove to the dump.
Mike and Mo wore
masks. I drove a
bit farther from their
dump shack than I
normally would.
They took their masks
down when they
saw me. I Rolled down
my window and asked
how they were.

Pretty sure either
everything is fine
or everything is
not.

-M. Taggart

Find Your Mind #pros

My friend,
the crow, is perched on a branch
outside my window.
Some fifty feet in the air.
And just now, his friend,
another crow, came to perch alongside him.

They don’t seem to mind about anything.
I like how they do that.
I think I’ll do that too.

-M. Taggart