Thoughts on a  Complete Lockdown Day   


Empty road, stranded cars
cold easterly winds blowing
scattered white cherry flowers
locked voices inside the home
winds murmuring; an eerie emptiness
Walking alone; am I in an alien movie?

The cafe is closing; tears rolling tears down my cheek
I work and live day by day
I am an illegal alien, struggling and inching;
what will I do now?
I ponder with the angst of next week and thereafter
Is apocalypse on the horizon?
Mine seems to have started already
tears do not stop.

You can work from home, but I can’t
I am the maid, cleaner, gardener
I am the one who fixes your house
I am struggling already like a stranded ship
fogged harbor, unknown destination,
why does this impact me much more?
I am in the bottom forty percent.

Oh, friend, I can not comfort you
in this hour of need
locked we are in these houses
yet that is what we need
to get the pandemic out of the way.
My thoughts are always with you
the difficult time will pass like always
the spring desert flowers await us.

There is hope, there is much hope
we are better off compared to centuries before
we have science and spirit to fight
we have the heart to help humanity
like the desert storms, the tsunamis, the hurricanes
“This too shall pass,” as Gandalf said.
We will rise again and say “It passed”.

March 2020

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