I saw 10,000 news stations stirrin up anger
I saw neighbors and friends feeding the hungry
I saw teachers and students all doing their best
I saw 1000s of people fighting for toilet paper
I saw my people make music in the front yard
I saw an orange man who talked about nothing
And its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, its a hard rain, that’s fallin. (Except its Sunny.)
(my current version of Dylan’s “Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall” – here’s my favorite version, by Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians: https://youtu.be/kgpF5VjWO34
Here are some other things I’ve seen:
Some poetry from my morning pages:
I awoke to the sound of an alarm too early set.
After dreams of my old friend suffering, rightfully so, I wanted some peaceful moments.
So after an hour of mind trickery and snooze,
I lifted my head.
The space we create is our own.
Nothing in this life is guaranteed,
Except change, choice, and the love and care we give our very own home.