Greetings from WashYourHandsingTon State

You certainly can feel it in the air now, 
each one of us a tesla tower pulling concern from the sky.
Some say it’s too much worry, others not enough.
At the grocery store we briefly make eye contact
and you know it’s on their minds as well—

Nobody says a thing, and when somebody does,
it’s a joke. Or it’s the kid walking down
the sidewalk talking on the hands-free saying,
fuck that man, now’s the time to buy not sell
all the old people are gonna die. . .

Schools down the street are being shut down
so they can be sanitized.
We get texts from our kids asking if it’s safe. It’s
so close now, daddy, is it okay?
Of course it’s okay sweetie, just keep your head down,
pull up your bootstraps, wash your hands
and get to work.

Inboxes have filled up with event cancellations:
PTA, principal’s office, school district,
community events. For fear of low turnout they say,
but schools will remain open, just keep your head down
pull up your bootstraps
wash your hands and get back to work. 

By now we all have these little fears
but we don’t let anyone in on it. 
We wash our hands a little longer, we
nod at the mask wearers, no longer in mocking
voice. A nearby cough
sets off a jolt.

We go about ordering our food, or
shaking hands, even though as we’re reaching
we’re thinking, is this really necessary? Still,
we shake and nod and smile. You just gotta
keep your head down, pull up
your bootstraps wash
your hands and get back to work.

We get a tickle in our throats
we wake up with pounding headaches,
we go to work,
we go to school,
we shake hands and nod and smile
we’re keeping our heads down, pulling up our bootstraps
washing our hands and getting back to work

Traffic has been so light, the drive in to work
has been great. If you work for one of
the big companies, that telecommute, you
don’t know what you’re missing!

*WashYourHandsingTon is a jingle from several years ago to remind people to cover their coughs and wash their hands during the cold and flu season.

Magnolia Park

Found myself near Magnolia park today around lunch. A strange name for a park with no magnolia trees. Actually it’s in the magnolia neighborhood in Seattle and according to wikipedia both were misnamed by a Navy geographer. Dumbass.

Actually the park is full of Madrona trees, which according to local lore are considered good luck and if you buy a house with one in the yard, well you’ve got a keeper.

Madrona trees in the fore and some kind of ship, with the cascade mountain range in the distance.

I went to the park hoping to find something special. It turned out it was nothing special. I hoped to find some kind of inspiration, though it was nothing special. I sat and listened to the sprinklers, waiting for something to come, but I could only repeat the line, there is nothing special. When nothing is special, everything becomes special.

Cascading mountains,

Red hawk nesting, laughing at

All my efforting.