Relative Something

One of the reasons I like writing poetry is because it allows for free-association thinking and lyrical syllable play without the constraints of forming logical grammatical sentences. When moved by global events, I aspire to communicate my visionary perspectives in as positive a light as possible. To achieve such a lofty goal, it helps if I feel I can actually make sense of what is going on.

It seems like it is getting harder and harder for me to comprehend global current events. As a result, you get a lot more posts about our weather, the horses, our dog, Asher, or how the grass mowing is coming along. The craziness in the greater reaches beyond my little world that does make sense to me lately is sports-related, as might be obvious from recent posts.

Results for my spectating yesterday didn’t go my way, except for one:

• Wimbledon: I was happy seeing Carlos Alcaraz claim his second straight title.
• Tour de France, Stage 15: I’m a big fan of Tadej Pogacar but I wanted Jonas Vingegaard to gain some time on him.
• Euro 2024: I was pulling for England.
• WNBA Lynx vs Fever: I wanted the Lynx to win.
• Copa America: I wanted the match to start on time.

I’ll be down to just one week left of Le Tour with the tournaments now completed.

At least there will still be weather to write about.

Not that I’m able to make any sense of the weather these days. At least it can be pretty to look at.

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