Is it going to be awhile?
Do you want people randomly hugging?
Sneezing and coughing in your vicinity?
A plague upon our people
Or should we let the frogs loose?
Locusts and a river of blood
have been the focus in a holy book
but can we avoid them this time?
Normal is not normal.
Our global community is our new world
and our normal means keeping the planet
as our main focus.
So what do you do for normal these days?
It is not the same.
When everyday can be treated like a Saturday
how do you know the difference?
Is this what retirement looks like?
Bored with no structure to the days?
Guess I’ll break out another puzzle.
When plague stones were needed
for the fear of farmers not wanting to get sick.
Get towns and city folks still need food to live.
Vinegar in the basin
for the coins to be dropped in.
Fished out by the farmers
who would leave the food close by
after they’d been paid.
Our homes now are things we are trapped in.
The sun still shines.
Farmers still grow food
and our money needs to be cleaned once again.
No classes to attend.
No appointments to fulfill.
I wonder when my next cancellation
will be added to this bill.
No wonder all my thoughts
turn round and round again.
I found out only yesterday
My wonderful seminar has already began.
Now if I was running all these classes
I would try to be in the Bahamas.
Since everything is now online
and I usually sit here in pajamas.
Owner of a lonely heart
Barely heard
Turns into deep deep hole
Then changed further
As the refrain stays in the brain
Upon waking it is still there
A week later still heard
And so new refrains are created
But the deep dark hole remains
Jump in to the deep dark hole
Ooooooooooh oh oh
Stare in to the deep dark hole
Ooooooooooh oh oh
Bleed in to the deep dark hole
Ooooooooooh oh oh
Look in to the deep dark hole
Ooooooooooh oh oh
Nothing’s in my deep dark soul
Ooooooooooh oh oooh
I’ll sing for the deep dark hole
Oooooh oh oh
Awake
Playing on the square screen
No cares for the moment
Peaceful
Quiet
Morning rush not needed
Nature noises from outside
The smell of breakfast wafting up
Enjoy the moment
Time is precious
Gratitude changes any perspective
She is an enabler.
A bringer of chocolate.
We sit the recommended distance apart
and talk.
I so miss her hugs.
So we will do this again next week.
Sit and talk and laugh and cry.
We will remain friends
and look forward to the day we can sit next to each other again.
When you can’t leave the house
and yet there is no chocolate left
the situation seems dire.
Until you remember the cocoa powder
and look at the cake mixes
and think
that will do
but then the energy spent to do it
takes it toll
and you lie down
again
depressed and wanting chocolate.
Sirens are still going on throughout the day.
People walk their dogs
or go to work.
They are essential workers
or so they are told.
Any one going for groceries needs them.
Unless someone decides to cut their salaries
and undermines the economy
by forcing people who are desperate
to do underhanded things.
Then another siren sounds nearby.
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