Are you back at work, or work from home?
Or
gnawing on a lonely bone?
We’re
on the crest of a huge wave
Whose
impact, when it comes, will save …
I
stare out on a sky pale blue
Through
bare branches – a clear view
A brand-new
diary waits close by
As
empty as this wintry sky…
Uncertainty
is humans’ lot
A
concept we had quite forgot
Recalled
to mind in stark relief:
2020 -
source of heartfelt grief.
At such
times the bard is prone
To hesitate,
leave well alone;
What words
on souls can pour warm balm?
What
treasures lie in winter barn?
Too
close to see what lies ahead
With COVID
storm still overhead
No
lull, no let-up, constant fear;
How
will things pan out next year?
Think
of others, do our best …
We
shall somehow ride this crest;
The future is not ours to call
Damn! Who pinched the crystal ball?
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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