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I am a victim

and complicit within it.

I want the new and shiny

because the old is broken and ugly.

I do not have the energy

to reuse, recycle and renew my used items.

So into the trash they go

and I search for the cheap replacements.

Wear a mask

Social distance when in public

Be careful

Stay six feet away

Stay inside

Don’t see friends

Do not visit restaurants

or stores

unless necessary

Go crazy

from the isolation

and not getting any breaks from the children!

Fear the plague

and maybe don’t be a jerk to your neighbours?

 

Unthinking

Gullibly

Foolishly

But never maliciously

or cruelly

would I do anything

to harm you

or put you in harms way.

 

I’d rather be a changeling child

Then one without a soul.

For if I can not walk the wilds

As I watch for the rabbits hole

I would find myself a caged bird

Whose wings are bound by bonds

That strain endlessly to be heard

As I look for that magic wand.

The way to be free from here

To nature shall I return.

The deep chill of this fear

Keeps me from the learned

Who only prattle on about their books

The science of their pondering’s

When the wind spills more answers

Than the water has waves wandering.

The forest is my home.

I know.

The softness of its loam

Is where I sow

The breath of life

Within me

And my own

For there are others

Who can never be a city born

Or they will live their lives forlorn.

Drug deals going down outside.

People horking onto the playgrounds.

Watching the cats fight

and people walk to go get their morning coffee.

I wonder about society sometimes

but today is not that day.

Weather is the first conversation

whenever you meet up with colleagues.

Yet this spring

more serious matters are pressing.

No contact rules.

Avoid public spaces.

Wash everything when you come home.

How can we stay connected

when we can not even say hello?

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

Friends visiting friends.

Laughing, playing games.

Having a good time.

Joining in the fun.

Laughing about the days

when we couldn’t visit each other.

That is the dream to look forward to in these days of isolation!

My biggest problem is

I over use the same word choice

to describe multiple dilemmas

Such as

The point is

that I am a creature of habit

and when confronted

or merely excited

I observe that this is

My biggest problem

Things start to break

needing to be replaced

or repaired.

Things go wrong

and solutions need to be found.

Times get tougher

because problems get compounded.

The universe is not sentient

but sometimes

like now

it feels like it is pranking us

and I for one

do not like it!