dreamy
nightscape from my mind.
It
takes a move or two to reawaken my pain. I am somewhat
quieted
as I sleep motionless in place. But, Pain, you never fully
release
the one you invade.
At
my age you shall remain with me for the duration.
I
can hope and wish for better days to come, but Pain,
although
quieted at times, you’ve got my name.
So,
back to the beginning, I started out to say something
else
about awakening. I am up, eyes wide, adjusting my pace
with
ample surety, and it hits me—
this
day is burdened with a new reality: The world is sick with
a
defiant viral disease.
For
now and perhaps many more months to come,
there
is and shall be no cure.
We
are at war with an invisible enemy, one which separates
and
keep us apart.
And
once my mind is awakened to that fact, it will obsess
my
thinking for the rest of the day.
Tomorrow,
and who knows, hundreds of tomorrows hence will
likely
be the same.
Could
be the Second Coming of Jesus has been delayed.
Or
if I believed, perhaps he’s on a respirator in critical condition
at
an intensive care unit in New York City pleading with the
Father
once again…
"My
God, my God, why
hast thou forsaken me?”
I’m
a little squirrely and unsure when I first awaken in the
morning.
But
I
do know for sure the
damn virus is out there
for
real.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 3-25-2020
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