Haikus for Pandemic Days

1 Some blame the poor bat. The virus hopes to survive. Who can we accuse? 2 Is this Saturday? No eggs over medium at our local haunt 3 Here we go again. Same walk through the neighborhood I know every step 4 Appointment cancelled  despite needing new glasses. Will he ever see? 5 I miss my schedule. The grueling alarm at five was my metronome. 6 Don’t come near to me. You are not wearing a mask. I assume the worst. 7 We need more testing. There could be antibodies. How are we to know? 8 I’m cooking again. I’ve never made this much food. And I’m not hungry. 9 ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND. Is immunity enough to dull the heartache? 10 Grocery list in hand, the produce is a mine field. We wear furrowed brows.  11 I venture outside  and open the box slowly  afraid of my mail 12 I can’t think too hard about the nurses I love losing hope and lives 13 I listen again to my county news briefing.  It comforts and wounds 14 Forty-one million no longer have a paycheck. Unfathomable  15 Looking for rainbows in the windows on my street. I prefer the sky. 16 An important truth. The church is not a building. Will we remember? 17 Your eyes are straining above that steamy blue mask.  Don’t bother to smile.  18 Learning more each day should be giving us some hope. But the news is bad. 19 "It’s just a virus!" I’ve said it a million times. This one feels different. 20 He still goes to work. My husband is essential. I knew that before. 21 She was seventeen. A bad time to lose our cat. The house is quiet.  22 Did I hear you cough? Don’t worry...just allergies. Pollen can deceive. 23 How many more deaths are we going to tally and call it freedom? 24 We love with our arms. What are the huggers to do? Introverts are thrilled.  25 When I am alone banging around in my house, I’m glad for the walls. 26 Neighbors are waving to people they’ve never met. Small consolation.  27 Retirement homes are not just for shuffleboard. I cannot go there. 28 I had hope that this might bring us all together. But he would not mask. 29 When this is over I will hold my grand baby  and fly to Austin 30 Taking a deep breath has become a luxury many can’t afford. 31 Four part harmony will be hard to do without. My alto can wait. 32 Father, forgive us for our loose definition  of loving others.  ReplyForward