Remission-Hummingbirds and Thyme

Remission The living soft redwoods rose up into the furthest skies Rough dark brown and grey pines stood like warriors nearby The roads are always wrapped in blue and gray mist as large lumbering trucks and black Suvs swing by A young deer from the forest forages for cones old jazz filters over the bay and hills in a sorrowful sigh We moved from the highway back into the tall mountain road with its forests and blue birds singing in a curulean sky Gone are the parking lots, the hospital glass windows uniformed people pacing the buildings 7 feet high Gone are rubbery gloves held in doctors' hands nurses in masks using Purcell over and over again. The smell of the Eucalyptus, the grasses, the pines a place living without masks, needles and antibiotic lines life again with rosemary, hummingbirds and thyme.