There’s a blanket of fog—
moved in overnight.
The world’s a white blankness—
nothng in sight.
There’s a blanket of fog—
moved in overnight.
The world’s a white blankness—
nothng in sight.
July 4, 2021
Washington State Re-Opens
They say this Celebration
marks the End of the COVID Fear.
They say if you get the new Vaccine,
you face a Bright New Year.
They say for some,
it’s getting worse.
For most of us,
we’ve passed the Curse.
They say our lives
will all be changed…
our “normal” patterns
re-arranged…
We mourn: Six hundred thousand dead.
But, now we see there’s life ahead.
We had a look at the face of death.
Now we’re grateful for our life and breath.
It’s hard to say Goodbye to a friend….
…to be there with him at life’s end…
…to give a final, loving pet…
…the slow and tear-stained trip to the Vet.
Before the Pandemic,
there were drivers and clerks.
There seemed to be people
to show up for work.
But now it’s all diff’rent.
No one can be found
to fill all the jobs
that are dangling around.
There aren’t enough nurses
or drivers of trucks.
There aren’t enough tellers
to pass out the bucks.
There aren’t enough firemen
to put out the fire.
There aren’t policemen
for something that’s dire.
There aren’t enough teachers
to meet with the class.
There aren’t enough waiters
to fill up your glass.
There aren’t enough pilots to
fly the airplanes.
There aren’t enough washers
to clean window panes.
There used to be people
so where did they go?
A Pandemic myst’ry.
No one seems to know.
I’d like to see the sun again
if it promises to behave.
It simply isn’t welcome back
if it brings an Awful Heat Wave.
The world is full of creatures…
…big, or weird, or cute, or small…
And of all the earth’s strange creatures,
Man is weirdest of them all.
A cool marine layer slipped in overnight.
Our skies are soft-muted, and gray.
The dangerous heat’s a bad memory.
July’s just a regular day.
All creatures have a purpose.
Even rabbits have their place.
I just wish those pesky critters
would go find another space.
We’ve got a soft, gray cover.
It’s sixty-six degrees.
The air is back to normal.
We’re comfy as you please.
The state is fully open…
but, somehow, we’ve all changed.
The Virus may be fading,
but our lives are re-arranged.