Tunes in Dense Fog

Sun is a kind of substitute
For music. Sun in the window

Lessens the craving for music
An overcast day generates.

In that alone, if nothing else,
By the way, these times are better.

Music is like tap water now,
Like plumbing, like electric light,

Unevenly distributed,
But available with a flick

For billions of lives at a time.
It’s better, still, to make your own,

Better to share communal tunes,
But what recorded music lacks,

It makes up for by being there,
Available, a type of grace

In dark days when the same problems
Press in with or without music—

Better to have recorded songs
Than only the lowering fog.