Home by the woods

I am home these many months,

Not witnessing folly, except virtually

It’s good speaking on the phone with new work friends — may they endure when I have a commute!

To see so many oaks, cedars, pines, and elms

In different light, from my wooden desk.

This is peace.

Then the phone rings,

With untruths repeated by simple, insistent folks.

I am just my family’s keeper, not the jui-jitsu master for the world.