So, I wrote the poem on my birthday.  Just to codify my feelings.   And, my friends convinced me that I should post this on my blog, too.

Hope you like it!

 

The days are strange during pandemics,

You realize nothing’s in your bag of tricks,

You roam alone,

Stuck in your home.

 

Sometimes you crave a simple hug,

Instead you’re stuck staring at a mug!

Each new day appears without a change,

Your hair’s amuck- or is it a mange?

Attired in your standard outfit,

Replete with holes and a big slit.

 

You know this day should really differ-

And, yet, COVID’s become the biggest grifter,

Stole your celebrations,

Tamped down all elations.

 

Who knows when this shall end-

I fear we all simply pretend,

That comes November,

Like a fireplace ember-

We’ll realize that the light’s gone out-

It’s six more months- without a doubt.

 

On a completely different note, our hearts go out to folks living in CA, OR, and WA.  And, we salute our firefighters.   This is climate change- and with each burned tree, the rate of change will accelerate. 

Don’t think this is just affecting folks in those three states.  There’s a cyclone of ash over the Pacific, and the ash has changed the skies here in Alexandria as I saw this morning during my morning swim.