It’s difficult to practice for
the unseen, prepare for the unknown.
Meanwhile, dandelions release
their small planet load of white-
tendriled paratroopers; chickweed,
purslane, yellow oxalis creep
along the fence. Some nights,
humid, sulphurous smells come in
from the beach. Some days, we turn away
persistent salesmen from our doors.
We warn the neighbors. We plant
ourselves across the threshold.
In response to Via Negativa: Grind.