
Pandemic
I’m in the midst of a storm called pandemic
About to crash on the haystacks of disaster
Again
The third time is not a charm
It’s a humiliating punch to the gut
I try not to be mad at God
Yet those promises I’ve heard all of my life
Are ringing hollow in my heart
My ears cannot take anymore
My eyes don’t want to see
One of the smallest particles in the universe
Destroying the life that is me
Some say this is a good thing
I’m not sure all the dead ones agree
All I know is I’m supposed to be confident, strong
Living in the land of the free
The waves just keep beating upon me
The doubts just keep coming ashore
The questions still linger among us
I wonder what it is I am here for
Surely it is not just for poetry
To write just one more useless phrase
Surely it’s not just for living
Just one more sullen and isolated day
I am told to be silent and listen
For the sound of the Great Wisdom’s voice
I am told that I just need to keep on
I hear that happiness is simply a choice
I’m not sure that anyone has answers
The answers that heal up the soul
But I am sure that there is a goodness
I am sure that love makes us whole
So I will go on into the midst of this maelstrom
I will turn my eyes to above
I will watch as the earth keeps on turning
I will act out of nothing but love
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For this is what I was made for
4/1/20 kdc