Between first being too busy and then catching something protracted that has felt just like Covid, I have finally regained enough energy for some fresh
future posts, still in title only or first paragraph only format – I don’t draft and edit. I put down a start and if I don’t finish it right away, I do it later in one fell swoop.
Here is my most recent Facebook post:
Recovering slowly from a virus that drained all my batteries, I remembered a favorite poem from my youth: FEVER, by John Updike.
I have just brought back a good message from the land of 200 (degrees):
God exists.
I had severely doubted it before:
but the bedposts spoke of it with utmost confidence,
the threads in my blanket took it for granted,
the tree outside the window dismissed all complaints,
and I have not slept so justly for years.
It is hard now to convey
how emblematically appearances sat
upon the membranes of my consciousness;
but it is a truth long known
that some secrets are hidden from health.