Is it a good sign or warning
to be compelled to prove
there are still traces of happiness––
such as grapefruit, hanging,
dozens of weighted yellow orbs
waiting to be plucked and cored,
or crossing the hayfield on a cow path
worn ancient by hooves and moccasins
then sitting alongside the fox atop a burial mound
watching the coming world.
Is it right to say thanks for Covid
even though the neighboring farmer is too ill to plow––
leaving the field fallow, fully ripening for the first time in years
giving meadowlarks a chance to nest, clutch, fledge, and sing?
Christine Cock lives in the woods of Florida and has been a naturalist and Curator of Zoo Conservation. Her degree is in Creative Writing with a Writing Excellence Award from Eckerd College. She has been published in numerous online journals and literary reviews, including Tiny Seed and Sandhill Review.
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