Shelter-in-place
March 26, 2020Spring haiku
March 19, 2020Spring is still coming,
immune to Covid-19
it bursts into bloom!

new reality
March 18, 2020We 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
more quarantine haikus
March 16, 2020Standing 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.
Quarantine
March 13, 2020Sore throat burning fire
headaches, cough and runny nose,
quarantined to home.
At my daughter’s house,
grandkids, green tea, games of Yahtzee,
quarantine delight.
Corona virus haikus
March 9, 2020Green 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
morning haiku
March 9, 2020Even if they’re tired,
Birds rise to their alarm clock
singing to the Sun.
Being a Boomer
February 25, 2020and this will be my poem about that.
maybe tomorrow.
an overnight at grandma’s
January 15, 2020I have many memories of staying overnight in my Dutch grandparents’ house & going to the Dutch Reformed church w/ them Sunday morning. Occasionally they would take either my sister or me, one at a time, for an “overnight”. This will be revised, but it captures it:
Sleeping in bed with my Dutch Grandma,
I lay awake, hearing her breathe,
Grandpa in his bed, one room away,
did they dream of each other at night?
Feeling special, the only one,
got up to the morning sun,
Grandpa’s coffee on the stove,
it perked in a silver pot,
a clear glass piece was on the top,
so we could watch it perk,
A saucer was his coffee cup,
he lifted it to his lips.
I went to church with the two of them,
sat in the middle and didn’t move,
We spoke in whispers in this church,
while the organ played,
I reached for the fan with Jesus’ face
smiling back at me,
it was hot and sticky
in this place,
There was no central air.
I sat in my slip, and pretty dress,
white gloves upon my hands,
Grandma’s immigrant face looked down at me,
a smile and a wink were on her face,
and afterwards, proudly showed me off
to all her women friends.
cfblack, 01-15-2020