Being Unsettled

the embodiment of calm

We are unsettled in our bookcases and cars, our lamb Korma and chicken with caramelized onions and fennel, our tenors (become baritones), our May temperatures (like early March), our nine o’clock (like seven), the bulldozer parked where the rose vendor should be.  The usual order of our lives has been upended.

The constants are our quails and our Midsomer Murders, Pilates on the lawn looking up through pine boughs and following the even parallel track of a vapor trail into the blue beyond, the depths (yet in the heights) of calm.

image:  Sheep and Pine Trees. Evening light, looking south towards Culter Fell, Chris Upson