There’s magic in a daydream;
it conjures up a wish
and makes it seem achieved
though it’s only real-ish.
I dream I’m leaning in
as far as I am able
amid the light and color
with my elbows on the table.
I add some blue-leg’d roosters
who don’t need social distance
and people without masks,
and I summon up resistance.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg
and to this bright cafe in pre-COVID Dusseldorf.
Family update, dear reader: my son is not worse and this is good!