Poems of a Pandemic

April 6, 2020

Trapped

I am not trapped inside my house

I take my sturdy walker – walk

the spacious driveway twice each day

it opens up the world for me

I see forsythia yellow – bright

I am not trapped inside my house

each jonquil nods as I pass by

eager to hear my greeting words

“you’re blooming well my pretty ones”

I turn the walker and sit down

I am not trapped inside my house

sun rays soak into lifted eyes

resting I count few cars go by

I walk again with mantra strong

feel strength seep into aged bones

I am not trapped inside my house

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April 7, 2020

Words

lucky – yes?

unlucky – yes?

foolish in these days to

use these words at all – what happens

happens

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April 8, 2020

The Future

the future

is not here

the future

is not here and now

the future is not here

and now it isn’t important

the future is not here

and now it isn’t important

because the present is here

the future is not here

and now  it isn’t important because

the present is here in the moment

the future is not here

and now it isn’t important because

the present is here in the moment

ready for us

the future is not here

and now it isn’t important because

the present is here in the moment

ready for us to live it

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