Tuesday, January 11th, 2022, Rockaway, NY
A slow moving ambulance can mean one of two things. The lights are flashing but the siren is off. Under the scaffolding at the end of our block. The street’s a little wider here. The local NYFD use it to practice turning fire engines. Not something I ever thought about. Until I did. A firetruck and a couple of cop cars now too. Nobody in a hurry. False alarm or too late. Could be nothing. Ridiculous as it seems, I hope everybody’s okay.
Russian troops amass on the Ukrainian border. My heart breaks for the fire victims in the Bronx. A Serbian tennis player in Australia. The prime minister fumbles with his tie.
I pack up some puzzle pieces underfoot. My child in her own world, singing to herself.