Thought I’d slide up route 22
to visit Robert Frost today
a good cool bright-blue-sky day
but big red signs at the state line
warned me Vermont was closed
well, sort of, you know
and it was too hard to figure out.
Trying to do the right thing
after a year of trying but
it’s complicated
So sorry Robert. Did you go by Bob?
I’ve always wondered that but don’t
know you well enough to ask.
I have been thinking about you these
past few days since your birthday.
I was thinking about you back home
watching the nuthatches travel my birch
hopping up and down wide curly trunks.
I think you would have enjoyed that
both the ride up and down the valley
and the sunny afternoon under the birch.
and a related haiku or two:
it’s complicated
living in the between times
wanting to fly freeno visit to vermont
quarantine is still the rule
I’ll read Frost at home.
