Lead Blanket

There is a heaviness.

It’s always there.
When I awake in the morning, I am still weary.
I go about my day, I can make it.
This isn’t so different
I’ve worked from home for years, and yet
It is … so very different.

I go out with the dog for just a minute.
When I return, I wash my hands like a madman,
though I’ve. touched. nothing.
Where is the virus? I don’t know. It’s
probably not floating in the air.
It could be on a surface!
It can live for days on hard surfaces, you know!
Maybe it’s lurking in that child next door.

In fact it’s not pervasive.

The uncertainty; the anxiety; the fear.
that’s what’s pervasive.

And it weighs me down.

The Sameness

Today it is Monday, I leap from my bed,
I bathroom and shower, wash the dirt from my head.
I walk with the dog, and I survey our town,
I brew some fresh coffee and then settle down.

It’s a work day of course, that’s easy to know,
I sit on the couch and log in, sip some joe.
It’s quiet for now, the family still sleeping
Just me and the dog, up the stairs she comes creeping.

A little bit later, I break my night’s fast,
The rest of my crew awakens at last.
A videoconference to break up the morn,
By noon I am feeling exhausted and worn.

Some lunch then to nourish and get me to move,
The dog needs some air, then it’s back to my groove
By that I don’t mean my routine oh so sweet!
But rather the one I’ve worn into my seat.

The rest of the day soon evaporates too,
The sky remains gray, leaving me feeling blue.
We eat dinner together, and I clean up the mess,
Sanitize best we can, then comes evening’s rest.

Today it is Tuesday, I jump from my bed,
I tinkle and shower, wash the dirt from my head.
I march with the dog, and I survey our town,
I brew some fresh coffee and then settle down.

It’s a work day of course, that’s easy to know,
I sit at the desk and log in, sip some joe.
It’s quiet for now, the family still slumbers
Just me and the dog, up the stairs she now lumbers.

A little while later, I break the night’s fast,
The rest of my family stirs at long last.
A quick Google hangout to break up the morn,
By ten I am feeling exhausted and worn.

Some lunch then to nourish and get me to move,
The dog needs to pee, then it’s back to my groove
By that I don’t mean my endeavors so fair!
But rather the one I’ve worn into my chair.

The rest of the day soon dissipates too,
The sky remains dull, leaving me feeling blue.
We sup then together, and I clean up the mess,
Sanitize best we can, then comes evening’s rest.

Today it is Wednesday, which ends in a ‘y,’
I sit on the pot and then shower and dry.
I take out the dog, I look over my town,
I make a pot of coffee and then settle down.

It’s a work day of course, how could you not have seen?
Back to the couch to ingest some caffeine.
The moment is silent, the family still slumbers
Just me and the dog, in the bed she encumbers.

Sooner or later I must break the night’s fast,
The rest of the household wakes at long last.
Our team zooms together to break up the morn,
By mid-day I am apoplectic and torn.

I quickly assemble a lunch and then eat,
The dog must go out, then it’s back to my seat.
There’s still half a day of my work to be done,
It’s hard to believe but I’m not having fun.

The rest of the day is then shrouded in fog,
The sky looks like rain, best bring in the poor dog.
Our dinner we share, and I clean up the slop,
Sanitize best we can, then it’s time for a stop.

The pattern repeats, one day follows the last,
Happy times it may seem exist just in the past.
We took them for granted, those old carefree days,
And now they recede to our past in a haze.

Tenaciously keeping us tied to our homes,
Which have been transformed into live catacombs,
This COVID pandemic that keeps us apart,
Can’t keep the love of our God from our heart!

Easter is coming! 🙂

Happy Thanksgiving!

Yes, this is a bit late. Here’s a poem I wrote for our family football pool mailing list, as I’ve been in the habit of writing one for the weekly mailing. Usually, they are football related, and they are always written under pressure of time. So don’t judge too harshly 🙂

Pause for a minute to reflect, on the men and women we elect,
On the soldiers who our freedoms protect, and all who warrant our respect.
And be thankful.

Think, if you will of all we expect, the greed that can our souls infect,
When we our blessings do neglect, and God’s great offered peace reject.
And be thankful.

So on this holiday connect, with family and friend and seek to perfect,
Creation; and in joy bedecked, let the Hallelujahs go unchecked.
And be thankful!