it may be hard to believe but there are some people who live life without windows to their hearts never seeing love or beauty living in the solitude of fear
stopped by aunt bea’s to deliver some costco items she had asked for i told aunt bea that i had had a very interesting conversation with an elderly woman who was in one of those electric shopping carts the kind with a small basket in front which seemed to me to be ill-suited for a warehouse market a market that generally sells supersize items and that basket couldn’t have held more than two or three of anything but we had a nice visit however i said to aunt bea i still can’t figure out why she just didn’t order the items online and have them delivered aunt bea smiled and said maybe she wasn’t shopping for any particular item but for what you provided
as if things weren’t bad enough a pandemic leaving blank page days as the daily fare a forced diet of silence it’s not that i crave wordy desserts piled high with nonsensical phrases of sweet compliments or mundane platitudes used to fill the empty void of uncomfortable social silence no what i’m concerned about are the mind locked people sitting alone well stranded at home with nothing more than netflix or appletv as their companion as entertaining as that may be it isn’t a substitute for feeling the pulse of another human either kinesthetically or metaphorically through their eyes no it’s father mckenzie writing words of a sermon no one will hear nor care about it’s the sadness of forced solitude where even the start of the new day offers little hope
morning coffee missed no phone service by noon concern raised handed skeleton keys climbed the stairs knocked no reply opened the door slowly body found dressed for morning coffee