So many articles.
Should I read this one?
Oh, really I didn’t know that!
Aw, how cute. That cat is adorable!
Politics make unhappy, yet I need to stay up to date.
I wonder if I should try this.
Bad advice is just bad. Why do they continue to publish this!
Maybe I should stop and get some work done.
Oh, wait!
Now that is something I would never have guessed….
Always the same in theme
Running
Running
Running away from danger
But why is the contents
of my closet
in my childhood room
and why do I need to pack all of it?
This paradise vacation is not worth it.
Though judging from the dust bunnies
under the shelves
maybe it will all still be here
if we can come back next year?
Wait,
Running
right
got to get away…
When the word gets out
you will be in high demand.
Your ability to withstand
any hardships will be lauded.
Until then face the trauma’s
and survive.
You won’t know what you are capable of
until you see the other side.
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
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