Shelter-in-place

March 26, 2020
At night, is when I think of you,
is when I think of the world,
wonder who is sick,
who is recovering,
which of my loved ones is not feeling well?
Terrified, I can hardly sleep,
still feeling i’m in a nightmare.
Young people come to play basketball
daring the virus to find them too,
Terrified, I wonder what they will do
if their nephew, niece, or child contracts,
What if the sickness turns to children,
what will they do then,
Dear God, help the doctors
who can’t stay home,
help nurses with their lives at risk,
Help us to learn
We must shelter in place,
If only a month or two,
6 months or a year!
until this passes!
until the trajectory levels flat!
Please God, hold us by Thy hand,
help us to better understand,
We must take care of one another
as if we are family,
I’ll do it for you,
You do it for me,
For children yet unborn,
I’ll do it for you,
You do it for me,
until this thing is GONE.
      cfblack, 3-26-20

Spring haiku

March 19, 2020

Spring is still coming,

immune to Covid-19

it bursts into bloom!

Spring2020 mar19

new reality

March 18, 2020

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

more quarantine haikus

March 16, 2020

Standing on quicksand
feeling I’m in a nightmare
or sci-fi movie,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Place your trust in God,
Sanitize and stay at home
Be at peace with it,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cherish your loved ones,
Love travels across the miles,
wherever you are.

Quarantine

March 13, 2020

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.

 

Corona virus haikus

March 9, 2020

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

 

morning haiku

March 9, 2020

Even if they’re tired,
Birds rise to their alarm clock
singing to the Sun.

Being a Boomer

February 25, 2020

and this will be my poem about that.

maybe tomorrow.

an overnight at grandma’s

January 15, 2020

I 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

 

 

 

He walked the banks of rivers

January 7, 2020

This poem is about the Founder of the Baha’i Faith, titled “Baha’u’llah” which means “Glory of God”, as He was banished for a time, to Baghdad. He wrote words for the world to come together as one, recognizing ourselves as one humanity, under one God, Who has spoken to us through various Messengers over our time on earth. Today is the time we need to learn to live as one people on this planet. He said we can do it easily and peacefully, or it will come after much suffering and devastation. Looks like we have chosen the latter. But our eventual unity is inevitable. It’s the only way we will survive. 

He walked the banks of rivers

writing words for the world,

walked along the Euphrates

and Tigris,

a prisoner of the Ottomans,

banished from His home,

His Words were flowers

to bring peace to all mankind,

For a time, He consorted

with the Sufis and the mystics,

He wrote the Seven Valleys

in Baghdad,

He summoned Kings and Rulers

to reduce their armaments,

to compose their differences,

bring justice to all,

— but the leaders turned away,

we now see the result

of fresh wars being waged

where He stood,

and I cannot help but wonder

if fresh blood is being spilled

on the banks of the rivers

where He strolled,

Oh Baghdad, are you not tired

of the killing on your soil?

Can you not rise up and stop them,

bring peace to the world?

For there is no turning back,

There is no other way

but to love all the world

as one,

We are “fruits of one tree,”

“flowers of one garden,”

We must learn to live

as one family.

cfblack  01-07-2020