The Space Between

The time has come,' the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Lewis Carroll

It is time to have a pleasant walk, a pleasant talk along the briny beach, to sweep the sand away and enjoy the sunny night. Let us leave our pleasant beds, put on our shiny shoes, explore what is different, what has changed. Perhaps we can get a latte along the way and by the fountain get a gelato.
Normally, when I put together a collection of poems, the first poem provides the title for the collection. This allows me to determine the structure of the collection. However, this time around I made an exception. I did not want to come out swinging a bat, but thought that maybe I could ease the conversation with a little levity. These are indeed serious times and it is difficult to be un-serious without being accused of not caring. Daily conflicts show us to be less humane than we would believe ourselves to be.