By: Grant Schrader
I've learned some Esperanto,
how not to make a sourdough starter.
But I've also floundered my way
through maintaining a Kombucha SCOBY
though my attempts always fail,
for whatever reason that may be.
Two houses we've called home to
during this impromptu
Self Societal Separation.
Over time, things went wrong.
In gouts of flame
I'd imagined our new home would be
so again we found reason to leave.
A hasty exit.
Things packed quick.
We left to where
we would see old familiar bricks.
It's safe now, apparently,
though filled with smoke the sky may be.
We're back now, and in the swing of things again,
so I return anew to putting paper to pen.
With everything that's happened,
I have to laugh now and again,
because I know that I'd cry if I didn't grin.