Are we safe, hidden in the highlands, hunkered down on the homestead; are we far enough away? No one enters the lands beyond our gate. But the contagion needs no invitation. The contagion does not wait. The highlands are infected. The contagion rattles at our gate.
a poet’s words, descriptive, humbling, sometimes harsh like a mirror they reflect the poet's inner world yet, the notion of reflection, often rejected by the poet look closely, poet, do you not see your reflection staring back at you scowl not, critic, for you too are reflected in your judgment
I believe in hope
even in moments of despair
I believe in trying
even when helping seems futile
I believe in carrying on
even when I’m not calm
I believe in science
even when science is in a
constant state of discovery
I believe in staying close to those I love
even when I must do so from a distance
I believe in humanity
even though we're suffering
I believe "this too shall pass"
even though we will be forever changed
