Black Sam

At this time, on day fiftylevem of quarantine, I admire the freedom of the wild.

One of the best things about my urban apartment is the large window in my bedroom that looks out to a gated wildlife consortium. You have squirrels, squirreling. Bird chirping. Cats doing a bunch of random shit and not to forget the occasional wailing possum. But it's always serene and peaceful in the mornings.

Two large dark eyes peer
out. Sounds of morning fill the room.
Amazing is his work.

Freedoom at it's pur-
est. Feel my eyes with fear. Will
we ever get there? No.

Humanity is
egregious and cruel. Nature
is justified. Sane.

Natural order
will rule longer than man. Out
live us for his will.

Poetry is starting to feel more natural to me again. I am glad. I miss being able to truly express myself. I forgot how easy it came and how I felt so free in making something of my own creation. Also, it is #NationalPoetryMonth. I love a long haiku!