Bravo-
Who the hell wouldn't be.
After the year that we've been having,
We've all been having,
A global snow globe shaken,
Pieces not yet fallen into place,
We're all still swirling,
Swirling,
Swirling,
Health,
Uncertainty,
Loss,
Loss of wages, homes, family, structure, routines...
Schooling.
Social & Racial Injustice.
Here we are
One year different,
Away,
everything looks the same,
But turning heads sideways,
it's all been skewed a dutch.
Two years ago, when mom passed, I
stood in front a intimate crowd, 30-40,
moms closest shotgun, local friends, and family.
I vowed to get her published.
I didn't yet quite understand the pool of grief my head was still floating above
the trajectory of, loss,
what now.
I quit my job, check,
Started driving lyft to pay bills, check,
And yet was still tired just to get,
anywhere.
She was my best friend,
and yet I was a grown woman, living across the country,
she would've been content to sit and have tea,
just to have me close.
God I wish that was a World that still existed.
Everything yet again, has changed.
World wide global Pandemic.
One year later.
Frontline Health Care Workers are bombarded
Families upended by working from home,
And Home schooling,
Banana, Sourdough Breads later,
Restaurants, moved to outside, open, closed, open-
Pivot, Pivot, Pivot...
Hospital visits, Health, Family, Dogs,
I'm tired.
There too have been great moments, of Art, and creativity, and thriving, and creating.
Reading, Writing, slowing down, gratitude, for those things, still in our orbit,
A sifting of priorities.
But it's alright to admit, the underlying muscle stretch of it all...
Together. Tired.
Another year,
Later-
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