
Stuck in a march holding pattern,
it’s all of us now, isn’t it?
And the birds and flowers and trees,
they’re running up ahead
like they’re ready for may.
Surreal,
yes?






“You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free”
~ Tom Petty ~





March 24, 2020, 1 am
Tonight I felt like I just had to write.
I don’t write everyday, just when I have something to say. Maybe that’s not best, but it’s me. For a while now, a week, maybe two, since all the virus quarantine social distancing non-stop 24/7, I didn’t want to write. I get like that when life’s too much. I feel a little shaky, my stomach jittery, my brain lazy. Maybe I should fight the malaise and the brain freeze, but I almost never ever do.
Eventually and inevitably, it happens. In a snap. In the time it takes for the brain to wake up. The writing bug kicks in, and I know I have to write.
For me it usually happens with a song, a great song, great words, one of the great song writers. And I always, always, think the same thing — I wish I could write one great song. Well, I can tell you that will never ever happen. The next thought is pretty much always the same — I need to write. Just like that. Not I want to write. I need to write.
So….
About what?
About what?
Hmmm….
Hmmm….
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I’ll find something to write.









common stones
just below
muted colors
of the earth
cool
grounded
calming
collage
~ ~ ~
Originally posted in July 2019.


