Not knowing is better,
No hurt,
No confusion,
No disappointment.

Being in the dark is wonderful,
No worry,
No consternation,
No “what if” living.

Is that why they say, “Ignorance is bliss.”
Because if we just are, existing without judgment,
We can stay in the dark,
Away from dogma, deceit, and denial.

Not knowing is better,
Being in the dark is wonderful,
At least that’s what I say,
Be good, people.

The other side of a full moon is a let down, All that energy, all that potential, Gone Waning away. This is when the goofballs come out, The deniers, the ones accepting no responsibility, Come to think of it, Is each day a waning full moon?

If my thoughts come out blurry today
It’s because I just got progressive lenses.
I’m not so much of a fan yet,
They aren’t making life any clearer,
Especially my computer screen.
Especially my thoughts about collaboration,
But that’s a conversation better left at work.

No, right here, right now.
I’m sick of people who refuse to bend,
Those who won’t give a little of themselves
For the good of the group.
Sacrifice, shared responsibility, a little less ego.
I really hate it when I allow myself to believe
That we are ready to be a team and then…
Well…old dogs never die…

Maybe I see things clearer than I thought.

Emotional stairs are hard to climb
It felt like I was ascending all day long.
Or was I descending,
The ups and downs leaving me banging the doors.

I have a hard time understanding people,
Of course I’m one of them, too,
Which makes comprehension all that more difficult
And I like to think I’m a learned man.

Luckily, I was just the backstop today,
So with a tight grip on the stair rail,
I just listened to the chaos
Doing my best to not hang on too loosely.

A magnet,
My dog has the powers of attraction.
I watch from my pandemic perch at the dining room table
As my family walks into the room,
Each one drawn to the couch
By E’s tractor beam.
To his credit, he lets us in,
Scratching his chest,
Patting his ribs,
Talking the gibberish we all do,
And he always gives the obligatory kiss.

People could learn a lot from dogs.

Clouds,
Sneezing,
Coup ups,
Binge boredom,
No end in sight,
The fear,
The panic,
The worry for others,
My parents,
My grandmother,
My kids,
Hell, all my family,
Friends,
Everyone.

Even the deniers,
The disaster capitalists,
Those blinded with optimism,
Those throwing shade,
The hoarders,
Spreading their irresponsibility,
Shedding their truths,
Bringing their biology
To infection’s party
Maybe not yet,
Maybe not ever,
But to whom will they get sick
Hopefully, no one,
Not even them.

There was a really cool thing said to me today,

“I’ve known you a year, I never knew you could talk.”

I loved that,
Me, a quiet one, being recognized for talking,
Even if it was forced conversation,
The kind that happens when I’m teaching,
This time to adults who were on indoor cycles,
Don’t want to have trademark issues
When naming them,
The bikes,
Not the people,
Three of them who are a few clicks short of appropriate,
But that’s why I make jokes with them,
Because they’ve gotten in and
LET ME BE ME,
The same courtesy I hope to extend to everyone else.

The best part of the aforementioned quote
Was that the woman called me by a nickname, Cox,
Which was started by the troubled trio
I wrote of earlier.
The new monicker has worked so well that this woman
Has called me Cox twice in two days.
I just
LET HER BE HER and answered her questions
WITHOUT feeling upset, WITHOUT correcting her,
WITHOUT feeling the need to complain about
The injustice of being called something I’m not
And besides, she’s not in on the joke,

But it was perfect,
We, the insiders, laughed,
AND THEN WE LET HER IN ON THE REASON,
Hopefully, she’s cool with that,
I mean, I don’t care if she isn’t,
I think, though, it would be nicer if she was
Given that her comment and confusion about my name
Brought such joy to our group.

We could use a little laugher, Auntie Mame
Sorry for the reference to a musical,
After all, the cosmos says I like the arts and
That was like a cheap circumcision,
A rip-off,
Which is a joke my young journeyman protege
Told the other day,
Leaving me thinking that fun is just around the corner
Until I get run into
By people who are never happy,
Who spin themselves into a tizzy, and
Fail to recognize that seriousness of a certain kind
Is something to be escaped.

And I know that person,
It can be me, miserable,
But exercise and hanging with the people where I workout,
Even if I’m taking the effing class
Where there are a bushel load of burpees
Doesn’t really make me hate on things.

So thank goodness I talked a lot during class, today,
That woman who is married to wrestling coach and
Whose name I don’t even have a nickname for

MADE MY DAY! (Capital letter emphasis, yo)

Fred’s week went down right after he had his best swim. The water pushed him along, nearly parting as he pushed his newfound pace. There was a post-exercise rush that ended as soon as he got to work. The weight of shutdown culture came crashing down. The drowning nature of the fear existing from the defense of other people’s feelings pulled Fred under. He did the only thing he knew to do. He held his breath, dropping out of sight and stewing about what life was becoming, an unfortunate set of experiences that stole the good from a super swim.