Positively a Crisis
On my screen the headlines blare,
glaring out to the world that 50 more are dead.
Who knows how many have it?
This silent deadly killer that creeps around our spaces
invisible,
holding out its weapon to our chests without us knowing.
Stay inside, save lives is what we are told.
Isolated and separated we are more united than ever.
Clapping for those on the frontline,
our soldiers
dressed in blue, forced and volunteered to fight
the invisible, tiny enemy that infiltrates our bodies.
They march into the unknown for us
because our Country needs them.
There are People around the world
dying, and yet I feel so much loss.
Loss for my normal life, I guess.
Loss for the ability to go out,
loss for a time gone by
that may never be the same –
will we still shake hands once this is all over?
The germs!
Will we live like hermits tucked away
facing our computer screens for communication still?
Much safer I suppose
but it’s not for me.
I crave to see my fellow humans face to face again.
I crave not to see everyone in their own homes again –
what was that they had on their bookshelf?
I like my home
to be my own sometimes.
And for others’ homes to be their own too.
Outside these four walls is a killer
on the loose and yet
the sun beams down,
soaking my skin with no danger to be seen.
No bombs dropped;
no gun shots fired
no alarm bells raging.
Its silent. Its peaceful.
The birds chirp, singing their songs of peace.
They cluster together still.
Our homes have become our prisons.
We have become the harbourers of the enemy.
In us it could lie waiting to pounce on us or on others.
So, we stay locked up in our own comfort but never cowering.
We stand all together this way to face it
head on when our eyes are opened.
Outside the sun still rises and sets each day,
the moon glides over the sky,
thousands of stars overhead shine
in the darkness –
from here only dots in a pool of black
but up there they are hot, powerful and burning.
Perspective is a funny thing.
Then they fade from our view and the next day begins.
We will get through this says the Queen.
And I believe we will somehow
because side by side
we stand ready to pounce back.
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Accalia smith 