Triage decisions lacked commonsensicality. Network News misinformation a confusing unreality. Assumed we could stop a tornado naturally or a virus with a mask. We sabotaged our children’s education. Made them hide their smiles. Forgot about the economy abandoned buildings for miles. We failed to prioritize which robots should return to battle. We did not resonate with the lies the Reicter scale told us. Jagged cracks, earthquake sized, echoed voices asking why. We ignored the sick malingering cries of the mental illness pandemic all around us. Psychosomatic fatigue and blindness. A crippling anxiety. A collective sadness. Psychological suffering stigmatized and neglected by a nation in the denial zone. The crowded room in our single family home. Where we waited impatiently for the Covid pandemic to end.
I daydream often about you and me. Finally colliding and becoming a tree. I the fruit and you the leaves. Branches slow dancing in the breeze. We are the fuel that fires bright. Naked winter‘s afternoon delight. We are Fall colors cool patches of shade. Where summer birds frolic and nests are made. A restful perch where they serenade us filling the woods with song.