Sanctuary

Activity abounds here. Once I saw a swan chasing a goose, with a trumpeting call she drew so close to him his feathers must have shivered. I stood watching and wondering what did this goose do to so enrage the swan? Goose, swan, human, we all figure into this landscape of unruly plants hiding all

Mask

I too, don’t like it, this entry into the subterfuge – I know there is a laugh, a smile beyond what my eye can see and I long for return to a normalcy of seeing all of it – whether smirk or pout or goad. I too, am weary of this daily vigilance lest the