Sunrise is blood red
thanks to free-range Canadian fires
I inhale the acrid atmosphere
and squint with unslept eyes.
The air is "Code Purple"
which I have to look up
— because W.T.F. —
it means an "AQI of 300"
— which I also Google —
and I learn I should be
sheltering in a fitted N95 mask
to escape a world
which is doing its best
to unplug and reboot us.
If only there
was a metaphor in this.
Poet, writer, photographer and slightly distracted day-dreamer who muses on (gestures at everything) from the petty to the profound. On a semi-serious, fully earnest search for meaning in the mayhem.
Perimenopausal, melanin-deprived, irony-enhanced recovering perfectionist Type A+ millennial woman. She balances the ever-continuing quest to Know Better/Do Better, with the distinct ego-death of parenting a smart, full-throated child who was raised to know the power of her voice. Mothering a teen means catching a side-eye in almost every interaction. Diana navigates the minutiae of everyday life through seeking the magical in the mundane. Follow along and laugh with her as the world flames out!
