Opening up the front page,

the world appears as black on white as ever. 

Little letters telling, even yelling, 

bleak stories 

page after page. 

It’s not their fault. 

Wishing back those endless fields

drowning in solitary sunsets: 

one possible counter-strategy 

on this weekend morning. 

Switching from coffee to scotch 


And so not much has changed 

since we left. 

What’s warped has been tangled further;

little joys are dangling dangerously loose 

in vacuum realms.

But standing in those fields 

with the winds around 

and arms around, too, 

we were reminded where to look 

for magic.