Dam Pandemic
Is it Poetry Yet…
The Storm Sets In
The Power Steps Out
How many Times
Will I Walk into the Kitchen or the Bathroom
And Flip a Switch
Expecting to see a Bright Light?
How Many Times
Before I Realize
The Situation
I Am In
Requires Me to Let Go
Of a Way so Familiar to Me
So Familiar to US All
Storms do not Last for a Year
Times are Different Now
When I First Heard
“Times are Different Now”
From Old Timers
They were Talking about Decades Ago
Not Last Week
It is a Wild Planet
This Dam Pandemic
As the Herd Goes
Do I Go
The Way of Resistance
Or
The Way of Persistence?
Perhaps the Darkest Clouds
Have the Brightest Silver Linings
Have We
So Many
Been Pandemic Pacified?
Let That Not Mask our Resolve
Or the Smiles We Hide
To Be with Each Other
Closer
Again
Soon
~~~Spicy Dreamer~~~
