Pandemic mind wanders
like her namesake.
Information overload.
Do this. Do that.
Until she says,
“I just can’t.”
Yesterday,
she ate a big bowl of blueberries,
hoping their sweet
would tame
the tart of life.
She stared at talking heads,
read woven words,
as tales of life and death,
brought her day to a halt.
Still she barreled through
dragging
her mule of a mind forward
because
Sitting in the mud of her mind
Felt indulgent.
The world clammers,
‘Let's get on with it”,
as if we can ever be the same.
No longer a virgin pandemic mind,
she can't unsee,
she can't unknow,
what once was possibility,
now very real.
Those who know,
know horrors and truths
that shake
and
rattle foundations.
Those who doubt
haven't seen
what those who know
can’t ever forget.
Like towers collapsing,
and the cloud of debris that rises,
the air hasn't cleared enough
for senses
to make sense
of this.
This moment
so full of loss,
inviting profound change
or not.
Pandemic mind is new
popped up on the screen,
a million questions
few answers
changing every day.
Candle light flickers
guiding her swirling mind from left to right
as words
pour themselves across her journal’s page.
Early morning sky colors
wandering from dark to deep baby blues
peek in
nudging her more awake.
Eyes open wider.
She looks left,
sees Venus over her shoulder,
her mind hushes.
In this stillness she hears
a bigger voice within,
“Go see sun’s rise”
And she does.
Pink skies welcome her to another window.
New day invites her to begin again.
As pink pulls orange forward
and
soft clouds bounce light between each other
a reflection emerges.
Words whisper to her softly,
“Though darkness might seem foreign
darkness is just darkness.
Planets still shine like stars.
Sun still rises behind clouds.
Go,
reflect light
be light
share light.
Help each other find their way.”
Pandemic mind
sighed
and
softened.
The beautiful sunrise
smiled at her
and
she smiled back.
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