Covid19 nightmares last night.
Death, hunger, conflict. Not good.

In the morning bees on the hypericum next to the back door, 
their hum soothes my soul.

And later a male blackbird washing in the birdbath, quite gently for a change, 
quiet water slopping in dull summer light.

I am unsure. The virus is still with us. 
The pain of this moment is intense and peculiar.

June 30th 

Covid19 Diaries - part 2