Corona-ku
N95 mask
Will it last ?
.. or will the virus kick my @&$ ?
We’re in this together
Wash your hands
The End

By Beth Haist
We all our learning this new language together

Some are fluent already
knowing when to shower hearts
and condolences

Steering through this quagmire of fear and loss

Inside silly jokes of ‘mango chutney’ with my son
The easy camaraderie of joy and laughter

Me always the straight man to his zingers

A simple share of ‘Let’s watch Cirque de Soliel
Sing-A-Long together” I connect with my person

Even my sister’s ‘I LOVE THAT’ comment on
Facebook becomes almost poignant

For I know she in real time is juggling her online work
with retirement now looming TOO close

My son”s trip to Portugal in June is cancelled but he is so young just a quarter century into this thing
So many adventures lie ahead , no worries DUDE!

It is my friends’ shaky handheld video of a flock of 50 or more cedar wax wings coming through from south america

No, it doesn’t replace , get together(s)
Hugs or kisses

For that matter the elixir of the GODs: back rubs AHHHHH

But it works–

It punctuates the silences

With hope and oh I cannot wait until it accentuates each of our lives again,
that beauty of real connection and touch

The beauty of essential work and common
Hope.

I know, I do not stand alone
But Lord I cannot wait until the reunions start

OF home & hearth
work & play.