For the first time I realize,
I could die.
Many my age have already gone,
People with money and those without,
People with issues and some with health,
This one is vicious,
It’s not the flu,
it leaves you gasping for breath.
You die alone
no visitors,
or they will be exposed.
This is no joke
it’s very real
and could hit anyone,
so tonight, I see it could be me,
my daughter, or my son,
All we can do is wash our hands,
Stay away from everyone.
cfblack, 3-26-2020
Spring is still coming,
immune to Covid-19
it bursts into bloom!
We have entered
a new reality,
walked into some sci-fi movie
or an old episode of
the Twilight zone,
Is this for real?
Am I dreaming?
Can I wake up now?
Rewind, rewind.
Children can’t play with their friends,
they sit at home and cry,
schools closed,
libraries shut their doors,
no gatherings of more than 10.
We’re in a reality TV show
it’s called, “Who can do this— and not go crazy??”
“YOU WIN the million dollars!”
Because most of us
are about to go nuts.
No NFL, no NBA, no family weddings, parties,
arts events, play dates, restaurants, trips to the ZOO……
ALL cancelled. Until further notice.
We don’t know when the hell this will end.
We pray that children stay unaffected,
we worry over loved ones and friends,
we beg for a vaccine
to get out of quarantine.
But it’s not like we couldn’t see this coming,
it’s not like we weren’t warned,
by documentaries on PBS!
We just didn’t take it seriously.
God help us to find our humanity,
to live as one people on this Earth,
We wonder when this will ever end
so we can begin our lives again,
Yet, this is only the beginning.
Things have to change.
cfblack 03-18-2020
Standing on quicksand
feeling I’m in a nightmare
or sci-fi movie,
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Place your trust in God,
Sanitize and stay at home
Be at peace with it,
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Cherish your loved ones,
Love travels across the miles,
wherever you are.
Sore throat burning fire
headaches, cough and runny nose,
quarantined to home.
At my daughter’s house,
grandkids, green tea, games of Yahtzee,
quarantine delight.
Green tea, facial masks,
echinacea, plastic gloves,
ever present death.
Always wash your hands
singing of your favorite song
wash away the fear.
Watching numbers rise
as they speak in platitudes
when we need the truth.
cfblack, 02-09-2020
Even if they’re tired,
Birds rise to their alarm clock
singing to the Sun.
Doctor Grandma 