January 12th, 2022.

A poem for this Covid moment.

I don’t write a lot of poetry, but sometimes it flows out of you. In those moments, we’re just a vessel for the words. Last night, most of this poem poured out of me and I’m honored to share it with you today.

Sending love to you in this unparalleled moment in our lives.

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We will need to establish a COVID day.
Collecting our experience as humanity,
in grief and reflection,
a Tisha b’Av for pandemic life,
sitting amongst the masked covered ashes.

But we are not there yet.

A few moments to
reflect, remember, release.
It is not possible now,
but it will be.

We will need this day
to cry and scream,
to sit in sadness and anger,
to pace in hand wringing and worrying,
to stamp feet and fists in frustration and fortune,
to breathe deeply and catch a fleeting breath.

But we are not there yet.

For the pause, we all desperately require at this moment,
but cannot seem to find.

We will need this day to remember,
how we grew and changed,
the choices we made and were made for us,
the many types of lives we have each lost,
the human lives,
the lifestyles,
the jobs and passions,
the family members,
the beliefs,
the assumptions,
the baggage,
the hopes,
the inhibitions,
the barriers.

While in the middle,
it is too hard
to see the light at the end.
So we will need to establish a COVID day.
We are not there yet,
but one day,

we will be.