maybe it is necessary to forge a new solitude
to stop becoming the news and then when you turn it off
to stop being anything at all, to then slump like a ragdoll
maybe it is necessary to just go back to the way it was before
there was any news at all
not to be in perpetual motion, not to keep
putting the towers back in the skies
not to keep up with world wide gossip not to rave about world wide
pride
not to keep testing yourself for the Plague 24 hours a day
to go back to the beginning as far as you can make it
and on foot.
for a long time, watching the leaves turn in the wind
the gathering of rain in small pools
the runoff of streams; to eat your breakfast quietly
to breathe the stars and apple trees.
to pray to God on living sod.
not to be weighted with what is expected of you
from social self righteousness
from all that is vying for your shattered attention
from people who have dubious intentions
we are not weather vanes turning in the wind
we are not meant to live this way
so that the soul is sobbing like a small child
who has lost her parents in the marketplace
of the seashell reticence of Time
mary angela douglas 7 january 2022
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