Daily Walks Through Suburbia (March – April 2020)
Through grey overcast sky I walk the block
a dense suburbia where I call home
where my responsibilities have grown
a lack of fresh air has made me take stock.
The small number of neighbors that I pass
with faces to the ground “give me space”
by crossing the street to another place
I wonder when in year to tend the grass.
A world where we together die alone
or share a smile or wave from far away
under the snowy shadow of Peavine.
A calm has fallen where the wind has blown
on parks where children used to run and play
and silence sits upon our worn street sign.
2.) March 2020
Around the block is construction crew work
throughout this crisis to build us new homes
with warning signs around construction zones
where work place dangers always seem to lurk.
Whether or not they should they stand real close
on break to smoke and drink some hot coffee
they nod their heads as if they all agree
it seems to me their being too verbose.
I stand a moment lost in my own thought
about my progress and about my home
about my lonely suburban lifestyle.
How between flu and money I am caught
I watch and wait here in my catacomb
and breath the air if only for awhile.
3.) April 2020
Some families use their time to ride their bikes
some move in packs while out walking their dog
the fresh air grabs my mind and lifts the fog
the clarity I find on my short hikes.
In time the neighborhood grows quiet and calm
the only activity my tired feet
and whispers of wind in unison greet,
I look in clouds to share my peaceful psalm.
I wave to houses greeting closed front doors
of neighbors whose children would come to play
and share their stories as they walk awhile.
But now they sit inside and do their chores
where parents lift their hands to have them stay
and I will walk alone this springtime mile.