Speaking of Dreams

I write poetry on the side (infrequently).  It has always helped me connect to the world around me.  It feels like weaving emotional presence with physical reality.  For a few days I've been meaning to write about what's going on in the world with Covid-19 to better realize where it's taken me emotionally.  I am by no means a poet, but I'd like to post in case anyone can relate and to thank everyone for coming together in such a surreal, historic time.  PS: Not my best work, but it was very cathartic.

(su)Real Covid-19 Dream

I am living in a dream

as we're all called to stay home.

The kids are out of school in March,

and we're told to leave the park alone.

It's been a hundred years

since this term was tossed about;

We are living a Pandemic,

there's no question, there's no doubt.

All around the world,

people are sick and some are dead.

Coronavirus they call it, specifically

COVID-19 a name to dread.

It's been ten days since we've

seen our co-workers and our friends.

But virtual connectivity

has exploded to no end.

Online we come together

through Insta, Face and Zoom.

Jiu-Jitsu, play dates, happy hours

help dim the healthcare doom.

Thank you to our nurses, doctors,

and grocery checkout friends.

And lastly but not least

our service-gals and servicemen.

While everyone else isolates,

they stand to heal, protect, defend.

We're all in this together

in hopes it soon will end.

The first cases were reported

in a Chinese city called Wuhan.

Four months later 335,000 ill and 15k

deceased since the deadly flu began.

Despite the family close-quarters,

quarantines and quarrels,

it all has been a lesson

in family love and civic morals.

We dine together as a family now,

morning, noon and night.

And despite the ceaseless dishes

it is truly a delight.

A mandated stay-cation

with our babies to love and hold.

We are charged now to be parents,

workers, teachers-

no small task to behold.

We hold out hope for all infected.

Especially the elderly, homeless,

compromised, dejected.

It's incredible how our tunnel vision day-to-day

has expanded to a global view.

The infidels and pious both,

do in their own ways for this World pray.