My world turned upside down
(another Covid change)
a variant of normal
enlightening as it was strange

Borne of deep mid-winter
of yearning for alignment
a change of orientation
to balance and refinement

Another way of standing
a gradual conversion
to therapeutic posture
in the practice of inversion

Something quite appealing in the fleet-footed feeling when there’s really no place I can go. Just focus on my breathing, contemplate the ceiling, and wait for my hair to grow.

On daily Covid walks northern hills beckoned

January aspiration:
spying distant cliffs, desire borne of fascination

February determination:
charts, maps, local knowledge consultation

March disorientation:
wind, snow, directional miscalculation

Easter Sunday jubilation:
line of sight clear to St. Joseph Island, confirmation!

On the promontory there I planted my flag. Another conquest of lands previously unknown. Through binoculars I spied the long silver line of my walking route.

The descent, and the sign mounted by landowner: “Pike’s Peak this way.”

Winds blow hard across the long border. Doesn't budge, stays shut. Daughter’s on the move again, leaving one city for another.

The hummingbirds appeared after Mother's Day
feeder swings wildly from the maple branch
they have young
hanging on

pierce the wind like darts
appear as sparks
then vanish

Night frost
somewhere a tiny nest

Nature is about hanging on
waiting it out
ready to move
when change comes

She finds the will to clear obstacles, moving onward, sparks spiralling behind.

"hardest thing is, every day’s the same, nothing marks the passage of time ..."
(weddings, birthdays, trips ...)

only,

Little Dipper turning on Polaris
Return of the Hummingbird
Profusion of Iris
Day-night Cadence
Solar Eclipse

Repetition is peaceful as this confinement is freeing; an opening to the ways of change, to ways of knowing,

to time … the way in flows, in tides, winds, constellations ...