I stopped putting a tally in this space.
All numbers do is smear and blur the pain and fear.
All numbers do is feed the enemy’s lie that it has the power.
Today I took my dog on a long walk
in the woods. Deliberately,
of course. And just to see
if there’s any marrow left in the world.
For a time
when we were out there alone and all we could hear were birds of all kinds and the swish of still bare tree limbs in the wind
I almost felt
Just me and him
like the good
old days—when was that?
Oh. Yes. A handful of weeks ago.
I almost couldn’t remember
Or is it just that it hurts too much
to think of all we’ve lost so
fast? “Front only the
“living is so dear…”