Friday, March 27, 2020


With so much out of reach
now, I reach 
for simplicity.

Don't want to say 
any more 
than I need to.

Don't need 
to be Tolkien 
to imagine "all's not lost."

Now is not the time 
to weave 
a complicated plot;

now is the time to ration 
all the skillful 
means I've got.

Only the melody 
ought to get a solo;

only a splash 
of Scotch for these rocks 

Only the sharp keys 
of short words 

to pick the padlocks 
on my big thoughts.