Left the city before the first sirens. Crossed the bridge, crossed the valley, Its blossoming orchards and dormant crosses. Let the car carry me against the streams Running the other way, as if they knew something I didn’t. Reached Yosemite. Paid my fee. Left keys,
This poem stopped me in my tracks. It’s deeply evocative of how things felt just about a year ago, and for many, that feeling continues. It’s a blessing to have a poem like this to capture, and simultaneously unlock, what it’s like to be alive right now. Thank you.
This poem stopped me in my tracks. It’s deeply evocative of how things felt just about a year ago, and for many, that feeling continues. It’s a blessing to have a poem like this to capture, and simultaneously unlock, what it’s like to be alive right now. Thank you.