I woke up this morning
pinched my arm
I can feel
I’m still here
I’m still alive
I make my earl gray tea
Joni Mitchell’s “Woodstock” song on my mind

“We are Stardust
We are golden and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the Garden”

I want to get ourselves back to the Garden
Then can I walk beside you?
for now
I’ve got my Earl Grey tea.