April 28, 2021

I climb over the wall a few blocks from my house into the local historic cemetery, walk down the hill and turn right on a dirt path by the river. I sit on sun-warmed rocks and feel peaceful, yet sad. The path to the future isn’t clear, the void from the past isn’t helping me envision a time when spontaneity and open borders will allow me to live whatever my imagination can conjure. Feeling no solace, I scramble up through the trees and retrace my steps toward home. The restrictions of my present world weigh heavily today.