May


(i sat on a bench and listened to the out of sight birds and thought of the first stanza of Emily D's poem -
        Hope is the thing with feathers
        That perches in the soul,
        And sings the tune without the words,
        And never stops at all.)

(Extra - And then i stopped at the playground and watched a small group play kickball with abandon and well ---we all know what we all want for children. )


(The truth is I do feel hopeless, because this country is hopeless in so many ways.  So many of us are so tired of all the ongoing carnage and setbacks on civil liberties.  Horrid.)