Immune

 

This poem reflects on what the bizarre phenomenon of COVID has done to our mental health.  I know my sense of security has been knocked down a peg or two!  Constant worry is not a recipe for tranquility.  And isolation is not natural, to us social beings.

I hope you all are safe and continuing to vigilantly guard your health and your family’s health, even as the future begins to look brighter.

Thanks for coming by to read! 

 

In an era

Of affliction,

Of swimming germs

And closeting,

 

Where human bodies

Wax and wane,

Deflating,

Like balloons;

 

Where life alone

Is typical,

And crowding

Is a crime,

 

And socially-

Restricted habits

Blossom,

Happy weeds;

 

Then, can we say

Our Minds are

Unaffected,

Are immune?

 

What toll was paid,

To pass the gate

To vaccinated

Safety?

 

What cost, to watch

Mere millions die,

This brutal

Coliseum?

 

Well, I, for one

Would gladly pay,

To never see

Again.

 

Copyright 2021 Andrea LeDew

 

For a grim prediction of COVID’s rampage in the US, written in late 2020 when my husband had COVID, read Winter’s Toll.