today you may feel rainy, you may feel distracted, you may think about your mother, and how far you are apart, and who she is and how she's related to you in spirit, down there in the villages, unconnected to the world web, because it's mothers day and the homestretch of the pandemic, rumor says, though your gut says we are never going back to any semblance of the illusion of normal we knew was false all along, let alone paradise. i send this mom inclusive thought into the gray ether, you may feel  uncoordinated, you may feel awkward, humbled, clumsy even, you may feel young yet and graceful in your heart, you may feel like a bird in your own ribcage, flying figures of eight, so be it, infinity within. whatever you may feel, ground down, flying inside — relax into the energy.