The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 55

DAY 55: If I'm writing

about this

I must have it all

figured out

I must be reacting

to something

I understand, poets

are wise, no?

No! I have no clue

what I'm going through

I have no idea

what's happening inside

or out, I hear voices

in languages, words

I know singly

but together they

form the music

of overwhelming chaos,

the song of way way

too much to process

to cope, to be home with

I retreat into a

locked closet but

even there I know

nothing, I see hear

speak nothing
I am foolish

I retreat into

so-called mindfulness,

to no avail

comprehend the cosmos

sorry, can't, 

I'm only human

perhaps my descendants

can star trek out

and capture it all

embrace in our one

trillion brain-cells, one

zillion concepts.

but I'm too lost, sad

afraid, angry and overwhelmed

-- everyone's talking about

the end -- not of the virus

but of our response -- that

seems insane, but what

do I know?

nothing.