Pandemania

everything seems normal in

a strange abnormal way, spring

is slowly blooming, song birds

twitter away and children home

from school on break are bored,

too bored to play; so normal, all

these little things, the moon and

stars by night, the sun by day and

gentle rain showers damp the

earth, now turning green from gray

but here behind these looming walls,

where home seems more a prison

cell; how long must we be doomed

to shelter here no one can tell, we

wait and hope our loved ones will

be safe from harm and well as days

grow longer, longer still, in this our

taste of hell…meanwhile sycophants

deny and lie and count the sick and

dead and scheme behind their

hallowed halls rewarding haves,

the have nots scraping stone for

bread; we’ve lost our heads, this

much I know, it’s true, if you are

sane you know it too, but there is

not much we can do but count the

hours, days and weeks, our hands

cleaned raw, faces untouched, sparse

company to keep, with nothing left

to do but sleep, to pray our weary

souls to keep beyond this valley

shadowed by the sowing that

we’ve reaped as history repeats

~kat

Week 1, Day 2 of sheltering in place, keeping my distance, washing my hands, feeling helpless yet hopeful we all make it out alive, knowing some of us will not.