Julie — You've written a soap opera!
Btw, of the many silver linings this dark cloud of social distance has bestowed on us, here's one I'm particularly grateful for:
The Metropolitan Opera will be streaming operas daily from their website
beginning tonight at 7:30 p.m. (Carmen
tonight, I think)
Here are a few coffeed corona virus-themed ramblings from this morning...
Dawn Can Only Come In Shades Of Gray.
Something strange has come our way
and spread itself in spoken spray.
Silence now will rule the day
and from its blooms a wide decay
Dawn falls in shades of gray.
Stay silent. Let the light burn away
the spittle fallen from the fray
that humans made and now must pay
for — not with a kiss, but sequestra-
shun. Oh! How I want to kiss it all today.
I miss it all terribly today.
Test and Treatment
There are tests and treatments for everything,
for blood and money and love
(though let it be known right here and now
there ain’t no cure for love
kiss me all over
(a thousand kisses deep
I’ll do the same to you.
It's one way to treat
the senses we have lost
on our way to distancing ourselves
to our own deserted shore
where no one touches surfaces
and the tender-hearts abhor.
What kind of sorcery is this?
No hug? No tongue-twined kiss?
Ok, I’m game. Let’s do this.
I’ve buried myself in books,
slathered myself in ice cream; I will try
to dream in sleep and sleep in dreams
for twenty-one days—or more if required—
It’s been such a long life and I am tired.