Sunday is almost over. It has been a long weekend, literally. Another holiday in the US. Another weekend of people acting badly, gathering in large groups, unmasked, as new cities log record outbreaks of the virus. It’s starting to wear on me. My hours, and consequently my pay has been dramatically reduced. We’re managing. I am grateful to have a job.

But social distancing and working remotely has taught me that it is just a job. Not worth the heart and soul that I once put into it. Staying home these past months has reminded me that I have a life. And I love my life. It’s going to be hard going back to normal because normal was a rat race. One thing I am determined to do is to set better boundaries. My job doesn’t own me. It’s a means to live my life. And life is good and beautiful and worth protecting. I’ll still do my job. I’m good at what I do. But on my terms. I have a life to live!

Stay safe, be well. Until next time…peace.

Sunday’s ReVerse – 5 July 2020

shadows fall between
ghosts from the dark days of our broken past
‘midst brief bursts, sunlit blue
I worry for them, poor lost sheep
i have weathered, how many autumns
in the stillness
and what it leaves
your heartlessness is on display
only touching at dawn
a dream leaves no trace

~kat

A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week (or two).