Lay me down by the water
Under low branches, safe from the sun
On my side, as though slumbering
Far away from the guns.

Lay me down under the spring soil
Not far from my young
Near the lair where they play
Until the strangers come.

Lay me down under rocks
Unwarmed and unsung
And remember me with the others
That men have undone.

Written by the executor of the she fox's or vixen's last testament.

I first saw you in April
All wrapped up in white,
And all I could think of was
Hold up the sky.
 
Hold up the sky
Hold up the sky
I first saw you in April
Hold up the sky.
 
You swam underwater
So deep, I could cry.
Pray, come up for air!
I’ll hold up the sky.
 
Hold up the sky
Hold up the sky
You swam underwater
I’ll hold up the sky.
 
You jumped off a ledge
Dead sure you would fly.
I covered my eyes and thought:
Hold up the sky.
 
Hold up the sky
Hold up the sky
You jumped off a ledge
Hold up the sky.
 
Too fast, they said,
But you were pedaling for your life.
I knew your spirit
I’d hold up the sky.
 
Hold up the sky,
Hold up the sky,
Too fast, they said,
I’d hold up the sky.
 
When the silence descended
I shuddered with fright,
But I’d fix it, I’d save you,
I’d hold up the sky.
 
Hold up the sky
Hold up the sky
When the silence descended
I’d hold up the sky.
 
You walked through the tunnel,
I was nowhere in sight.
The hurt was grinding
But you held up the sky.
 
Hold up the sky
Hold up the sky
You walked through the tunnel
And held up the sky.
 
They tried to divide us
But solo’s no way to fly.
With the wind of our wings
We held up the sky.
 
Hold up the sky
Hold up the sky
They tried to divide us
We held up the sky.
 
The night was so dark,
I’d pulled down the blinds.
I was ten miles to nowhere
And you held up my sky.
 
Hold up the sky
Hold up the sky
The night was so dark
And you held up my sky.
 
Red-faced infant,
Mother so fine,
You are my sister
Love held up the sky.
 
Hold up the sky
Hold up the sky
You are my sister
Love held up the sky.
 
For Evelyn at 50.
(lyrics still looking for a melody)

What will we grow during this time?

Will our capacity to be still and appreciate our homes, for those of us who have homes to appreciate, grow?

Will our family relationships deepen or toughen?

Will our hunger to socialize and travel become so acute that it spills over into all manner of insane and angry behaviours?

Will we be more, or less quick to judge others?

Will we grasp that we are nature or will we muse at the clear skies and rejuvenation of the wild as though these are passing scenes in a play?

Will pre-existing divisions such as class, ethnicity and religion be bridged or widened?

Is this the great unifier or the great divider, the beginning of the great consciousness or the great unconsciousness?

Are we the subjects or the objects of our time?

Will we ask questions or bend reality to one answer?
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Morning Corona musings.