Sometimes perfect form
is jarring to the brain,
absolute alignment
inhospitable, profane.
A disordered kind of order
comes with emptiness;
we’re healthier by far
with a little bit of mess.
This, dear reader, is not an argument for opening up
before we are medically ready,
but only my commentary
on what is.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
Oddments 
May 8, 2020 at 11:36 am
You take the left chair, I’ll take the right, and we’ll leave the two in the middle empty. Then we’ll order up a delicious hot drink and a dessert. We’ll both feel better. š Happy Friday, Maureen. Sun is shining here today, and I’m ignoring the snow forecast for tomorrow.
May 8, 2020 at 12:07 pm
I saw that forecast for your part of the world, and I just cringed. Never have we needed spring more, and never has it teased us so cruelly. The change has begun here: very gloomy and wet and getting colder.
I would happily take the chair on one end with you on the other end. We could put our desserts on the chairs in the middle. That would be lovely. A happy Friday to you, too, Judy! With a proper cup of Peet’s, of course.
May 8, 2020 at 7:26 pm
I had a whoopie pie with coffee this afternoon. I thought of you the whole time. š
May 8, 2020 at 7:39 pm
I am so honored!! Thank you for the honor and for the laugh!