Good morning! Hope you’re having a lovely one. Our kids are on spring break, so I guess that means we are too. Here’s a short poem I wrote, and I’ll be back next week to talk about my creative process.
Do something slow today, be kind to yourself, call your reps, text a friend you haven’t talked to in a little while, and let this be your second reminder to watch the Knicks in the playoffs. The end of Game 2 Monday night was one of the most euphorically surreal and magical comeback sequences I’ve ever witnessed, like a live demonstration of the power of not giving up. Game 3 is tonight!
And now, a short poem for you.
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Ok what if Just bear with me here What if we all Woke up One day And all our phones Had Disappeared Whoa where is my Honey did you move my Mom do you know where my I can’t find mine either And we would all flounder For a while Go to our laptops And tablets To feel “Connected” But then When we left the house We’d reach into our Pockets Bags Purses And find Nothing And soon maybe Sooner even than we’d expect We’d start to feel Relieved Our brains Filling up With The world Around us The sky The tree Our own footsteps We might even start to feel Ourselves Making choices That are not just Which app To Push Next I don’t wish harm on the phones Not really I know I would miss mine very much But we did exist once without them In our pockets Our bags Our purses And we were Fine Really We were fine
Sooo beautiful Lance!!
Thanks for sharing this. Happy spring break!