Musings Over A Corona

The static cling of Covid 

holds us in a death grip, 

pausing our routines, 

playing Russian roulette 

with our reality, 

dividing us exponentially.

The concept daunts us 

with doubt, uncertainty, 

and frustration. Information 

floods us in murky muddled 

form; inconsistent, contradictory 

and alarming. Will we ever 

know the truth, the details, the

actual amount and varieties of loss?

Our youth are being robbed 

of their rights of passage, their 

childhood, milestones, and memories. 

One day, they will lead our nation with 

the haunting of Covid in their hearts.

Our elders have been isolated, 

suffering from the loneliness of this
masked illness. Our economy is in crisis. 

Random shut downs impact small business, 

commerce, hospitality and travel.

America is broken, not by a pandemic; 

but by the responses that took our lives 

as individuals away from us. The politicizing 

of our normal, every day actions has changed us 

in ways we can only hope to understand one day.

With no end in sight, thoughts of inoculation, 

eradication, and redemption bring us hope. 

We can only hold on for now; breathe,
dream, laugh, love, live until this too, passes.