Today's NaPoWriMo poetry prompt asks us to: "fill out, in five minutes or less, the Almanac Questionnaire. Then, use your responses as the basis for a poem." I found this prompt humorous and tried to have fun with the poem that emerged. You can find the Almanac Questionnaire here.
Near the end of our journey the weather turned blustery. The landscape came alive, erupting in budding green shoots. Upon arrival at the chalet we exchanged elbow bumps and air kisses as we watched ground squirrels climb rows of stacked rocks. "Rock art," our host commented, "a new form of rural graffiti". Shortly thereafter, a rain drenched Bard arrived on horseback wearing swanky pajamas pants and declared he was player one from the matrix. "I knew it!" I screamed. "None of this is real!" I swallowed another blue pill and was transported to my grammar school on Hampton Street with my hero, Neo. I was startled back to reality when our host shouted, "Don't drink the bleach!" My thoughts scattered to visions of dragons and Daddy reading "Uncle Remus" behind a a dumpster in an alley near Canada where a sign reads: "No Americans Allowed" Oh, how I fear the beliefs that divide us. I long for the vistas of a virus-free rural countryside.