From A Diary of the Plague Year (10)

Me, with machete,
chopping methodically at a jungle
of myths and lore,
breaking news and pointless views.
I'm headed and footed
to a village in search of clarity.
I'm told they reach consensus
about facts there. Does
such a paradise really exist?

Magnetic North still tells
my compass needles where
to settle down. My body
still needs water. Facts
are beautiful. Check
them. Check on them.
Cherish them.



hans ostrom 2020