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.
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.
A dilemma
of dangerous
proportions
where
a simple
decision
amplifies
the ferocious
hatred
already shown.
Reversal is not enough.
Can the damage ever be truly undone?
We are having longer winters
even the older generations feel it.
The cold lasts as the world stays white
and we dream of the blooming of the flowers.
Change is inevitable the seniors say
yet even they get scared when it happens.
Will there be a world left for our children?
Or will we see the destruction cumulate in our lifetime?
Until then I will dream of the tulips hiding under the snow
and wait for the day the lilacs bloom.
When you miss someone
and want to be able to see them
but the physical limitations prevent you.
A phone call is easy
to hear their voice is soothing.
You don’t want it to end.
So the fight starts
and you can not help yourself
you love them more
even while you bicker.
Hands off.
Wash those digits.
Don’t touch that!
Where’s the soap?
Hand sanitizer to the rescue!
Oh no the wipes are all gone.
No wonder my hands crack when I use them
They are reflection of my tumultuous mind!
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