Wintering

I have been wintering
in radio silence,
unable to bear
the grimmer news
these darker mornings.

Instead, waiting for the light.
Breathing through,
curious.

We arrive at one destination.

We are all in our bodies,
activated, dysregulated.
Trying to control
the uncontrollable, the unbelievable.

The irony that our breath
can kill.


For a news junkie like me, not following the news obsessively has given some kind of break. On hearing Krista Tippett talk with Christina Runyan on the podcast On Being, I was inspired to write this.

© 2021 Copyright Rick Frame


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