If you trust to your lucky stars
For life to be easy on you
Then look at small things
To find pleasantness
That will lead you to the stars
Twinkling thru the leaves of the trees.
Author’s Note: I came across this tweet, which I found cute and pleasant to make my morning brighten with a cute smile. This adorable picture of a mouse is taken from Hermit Saints Triptyche by Hieronlmus Bosch, Circa 1495-1505. It is seen in the scene of “St. Anthony the Abbot in a nocturnal landscape with a burning village”. I thought this tweet, together with the painting itself, was an apposite subject to uplift the mind dipped in a moody spirit.
She has seen the strange fear gain
Advantage on the society of citizens
And the panic win of the ghost campaign
Drumming in masks, marching in battalions.
When she has seen the start of the war,
It has asked her once again to wonder
About the cyclicity of history to reflect
Upon the nature of humanity that retains
Its dualism of good and evil ever to resist
The heaven on earth for the glory of heroes.
This thought is as a plague of the fear
That has begun to deter me from a cheer.
Author’s Note: All the locomotion of daily city life seems to have ceased: my regular Starbucks store is operated on a pick-up service only, the security guards at the lobby have gone, the streets are empty, and policemen in tandem are patrolling. The situations also extend to Ventura County, where I live. I tried not to write about the pandemic craze because of its very sheerness of the subject about which many writers are probably writing. But what I have seen for these past four days in my very eyes has fomented me to write about my impression and feelings. Hence this is it.