by 
My words,
They’ve marched in on dreams,
Printed conversations with those
Who’ve mastered their form
They’ve fallen from my tongue in hailstorms –
WTFs after reading NYT’s homepage
Today, I am stuck at the intersection of
“If only” and “Where to now?”
30 minutes ago, over coffee and sunrise
I knew where I was going
Now, not so much
We walk the dog
I look for the cardinal who had
Been singing his bright red song
For weeks now
He’s gone – beating the lockdown
Finding a mate who loves his music
But I am still here
Quarantined in paradise
Wrestling with each letter
Clanging demands
Words; unheard cries
Unraveling the earth
Before it dies
Gwen's World 
Gwen I loved your expression “stuck at the intersection of if only and where to now”. As usual, a perfect description of the current quandary. As I had my coffee this morning I had the pleasure ofcwarching a preening quail in my yard. In a bit I will walk my goofy dogs. If my introverted self is feeling brave I am going to set up a post inviting fb friends to join me in a zoom meeting. I hope your day is lovely. Let me know if you want to zoom.
With the name Ralph Waldo Emerson Turner III, you’d think I’d know how to write, or at least know poetry, but I know neither. It’s good to have Gwen for a friend, who not only knows poetry, but writes it and is it.