Another Day on Mother Earth

Rise and shine. Here we are again, a new day, and

for some, seemingly the same. After I get going, I

adjust my dead reckoning to find out what is dif-

ferent about the newness I am moving into. Ah,

there is a stiffness in my shoulders which came

over me as I slept, which demands a limbering

stretch. My hip pain is about the same. I have

figured out how to deal with that. As long as it

hasn’t worsened, I can accept the precautions I

am forced to take to alleviate more stress than

necessary. We humans have an uncanny ability

to adjust accordingly. Coffee tastes and awakens

me the same. And I am grateful. Pups have done

their business on time and in place. Good deal.

Now we’re getting somewhere. I sit in my recliner

and read from selected poetry, anticipating a word

or thought which will inspire me to write. Not to

rush the process, eventually the muse will arrive

in do time. What is different about today is what

went on yesterday and days and weeks before,

what shall continue for an indeterminable time to

come. A nightmare continuum still unfolding for all

who awaken to it and are thoughtfully aware—the

world is riddled with a dreadful virus which affects

each of us who were either cursed or fortunate

enough to awaken yet another day. My hope is

that I live to see the day this awful disease goes

away. My stiffened shoulder is loosened now.

And the words have arrived in the nick of time:

Inch by inch, second by second, Coronavirus, die

you son-of-a-bitch! Leave us be...Go away!
Tomorrow and each and every day thereafter

until you’re gone, I shall curse you; I shall pray.

                          -30-

Chris Hanch 3-22-2020