The COVID-19 pandemic has stolen
a lot from people. It has taken loved ones, work, health, sleep, easy smiles,
peace of mind… It has left millions of souls feeling out of sorts. Illness—especially
at this scale—affects everything we do and how we do it.
I have noticed that a lot of my friends
have become withdrawn. Some of the online ones have practically vanished. I’ve reached
out… Some of them have taken a rather long time to reply or haven’t responded. The
ones I have been able to engage tell me that they are feeling tired and disheartened,
“uninspired by all this loss and disease.”
I took a moment to gather my
thoughts… to shape them into something that would not sound like preaching (no one likes
or listens to a preachy know-it-all), then
I said to a beloved friend, “Disease can be thief or muse; the choice is always
After I mentally smacked myself
for completely failing at not sounding like a preachy know-it-all, I went ahead
and stitched the following blackout poem:
I almost wrote “and
so can you” at the end of the blackout, but one (and by “one” I mean “me”) can only take this kind of preachiness
so far before getting kicked or blocked.
for Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #63: Shut Up and Dance with Me).