Poetry Sunday

As we cope with the ever-spreading implications of the novel coronavirus for daily life, one of the most significant changes we have to make is that of how we relate to each other ... hugs and handshakes are out, fist bumps, foot taps, and "social distancing" are in. This poem by Robert Frost reminds us of the importance of taking the time to talk to one another, even if at a small distance ...

A Time to Talk

by Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I don’t stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven’t hoed,

And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’

No, not as there is a time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade-end up and five feet tall,

And plod: I go up to the stone wall

For a friendly visit.

Keep washing your hands, maintain your social distance and your sociality, and remember that this, too, shall pass. It may pass like a kidney stone, but it shall pass.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo