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
It’s a strange feeling,
slipping,
and falling
in your mind.
Then you catch yourself
and you’re back again.
What is that.
-M. Taggart
Our own thoughts came around again. Funny how that happens. A floor holding an image of a mirror came back. Someone wanted something. Watch as the floor says nothing, having seen twice what was once, and then watch as the voice asks for more.
-M. Taggart
Sometimes we would twist our face
into a blue towel to see what was real.
Take a seat on today. Watch the birds.
Listen to their laughter. Be with them.
-M. Taggart
Expressions adrift like wildfire,
spreading- unavailable ribbons of safety
ripped from the hands of the just and
given to the hounds of the hill
-M. Taggart
Lay us near the side of our brook. We’ll listen and observe a thing burn inside, like we did. Turn again in the mud, smell the ferns, wash the ‘self’, and watch as soul sinks in. Man in a white coat wants to ask how, doesn’t matter much. He’ll be here, or not, again. Seems to us a brook is a fine place to be. It’s always about something. So we see, and we do what there is to do about the seeing until, finality.
-M. Taggart
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
