It wasn’t a true vacation.
We never left the house.
Work still happened.
Life went on.
We were just in our own bubble.
Limited to the walls surrounding us.
Now to conquer the fears
Of returning to reality.
It wasn’t a true vacation.
We never left the house.
Work still happened.
Life went on.
We were just in our own bubble.
Limited to the walls surrounding us.
Now to conquer the fears
Of returning to reality.
There is a real world out there.
Reminders remind me.
Appointments still need to be done.
Virtual or a phone call.
People want to know if you are still alive.
Responsibilities never go away.
It stares at me.
It has no eyes.
Yet I know it sees me.
It laughs.
And smirks as I walk by.
It is not alive.
Yet I feel like it is hiding something.
Probably my sanity.
Spring sets in cabin fever.
Covid isolation
Amplifies this hidden desire.
The sun shines brightly
And all you see is the view
Of other people enjoying it.
Strange how life
Changes in such a short amount of time.
Technology and medical services
Are so advanced
We can know our diagnosis quicker.
Yet even that
Doesn’t stop the shock and horror.
Cape versus cloak.
Bell bottoms as opposed to skinny jeans.
Plaid or pastel?
Which is better
Is determined by opinion.
This opinion is made popular
By certain magazines.
I somehow doubt
They’ll ever make loincloths
A popular piece of clothing.
When circumstances
Obligate you to a chore
You would not wish upon anyone else
Sometimes all you end up doing
Is watching that someone
Try to get better
And finding yourself
Not able to do anything for them.
So instead you turn your attention
To other chores
Which need to be done
But are not as useful.
Tasks need to be done.
Someone has to do them.
Jobs that are not pleasant.
To those who do them
I thank you.
Not of our doing.
Forced into the situation.
Best to make do
With what we got.
Be grateful for what we have.
At least we have each other.
Strange how
Until it happens
To you
It is fine.
Like car accidents
Or getting cancer.
Putting yourself
In that situation
Never gives you the full picture
Because in the back of your mind
There is the whisper
“It’s not me this happening to!”