Haibun: The Stage
I know I’m not alone when I say that Coronavirus has my attention. When I am forced to be out and about for work or food, how close people are and what I have to touch—grabbing a door handle or entering my PIN number for my card—has my attention.
But when I am alone, away from it all, when I am in my isolation groove, my mind falls away from social distancing and how the virus can spread. My mind can fall away from the news and the fear. In self-isolation, normal fears of status, fears of speaking out and paying the price but having to anyways, maybe things I want to change but feel helpless to change, those fears return. It’s not that they ever left, its that a cruel virus has left the stage and the house actors are still there.
rock smoothed through each age
the valley the stage. all eyes
winter in goodbyes
But when I am alone, away from it all, when I am in my isolation groove, my mind falls away from social distancing and how the virus can spread. My mind can fall away from the news and the fear. In self-isolation, normal fears of status, fears of speaking out and paying the price but having to anyways, maybe things I want to change but feel helpless to change, those fears return. It’s not that they ever left, its that a cruel virus has left the stage and the house actors are still there.
rock smoothed through each age
the valley the stage. all eyes
winter in goodbyes
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| & Haiku: The Stage |
