Monday, November 23, 2020

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.




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