Spending so many dark days living caged in voluminous solitude

Bombarded by erupting events knifing at each other 

Yearning to experience the closeness of humanity, to hear the free breadth of life-affirming itself

Visualizing what was, what is, and praying for what can be, I think in contrasting terms    

Clouded thoughts without focus or ingenuity race through my veins, darkening my heart and cradling unhealthy thoughts 

Implosions that I try not to burden the one I share life’s table with 

I hide with endless viewing through the screen of constant search

I review waves of thoughtless communications, sales tickets of unending things, magnets of free entrapments

Then I click on a few hundred letters of purple code that opens up 

I hear an angelic voice singing with the purity and joy of youth whose presence and beauty makes the sunrise and creates a rainbow for me 

It’s my 16-year-old granddaughter recorded, performing live on the stage of a nearly empty, epidemically challenged auditorium 

Tears of joy well up and wash away the fog that covers my eyes, reminding me to put on my rose-colored glasses and engage again in life’s lottery of small and sometimes unexpected large prizes

Mike Rosen 4.18.201

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