Sameness.
Lines that dwindle
in a finite distance
but return, yawning,
retreat again,
pulling walls with them.
The boomerang of the hour
just spent,
but back again,
to be lived again.
The thread unraveling,
longer each day,
hapless,
dragged through life’s leavings.
Eyes numb,
ears empty but for sounds of
the breathing self,
chewing,
the scraping of a plate.
World goal:
to live without touching.
We are safe from COVID —
hooray.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
February 28, 2021 at 6:22 pm
Wow.. at the very least, this is pandemic anthology-worthy. I hope you’re keeping these in a folder. 🌷
February 28, 2021 at 6:33 pm
Thanks! No, not in a folder, just filed in my blog under “Coping.” Which we are all trying to do.
March 1, 2021 at 12:13 pm
Sameness – that sure describes my life for the last year and for the immediate future. It’s gray, raining, and the temps are going to drop like a rock tonight, none of which adds to a positive day. 🙂 But, we’ll cope, right? I may need to whip up some coconut frosted brownies. 🙂
March 1, 2021 at 12:52 pm
That’s awful about the temps falling! All that rain and then freezing? That is so depressing. I guess we’ll cope, but that doesn’t mean that we’re OK. This whole time of sameness is not doing good things to us. But a good batch of coconut frosted brownies is a sure sign that there is fighting spirit left. You know how to stand your ground against this beastly time!
March 1, 2021 at 6:23 pm
That’s right – chocolate wins the mental war.
March 1, 2021 at 1:47 pm
It’s not good, but at least we have words and the connections they make. A way to touch others without touching.
March 1, 2021 at 1:50 pm
Well put. I am definitely thankful for words!