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NaPoWriMo 2020: Postcards from the Pandemic - 5. Week Four
Postcard # 25 April 23, 2020
One drop of water in the ocean is
Insignificant
Yet
Causes ripples traveling miles away,
Giving hope for humanity
With the gift of a single mask.
Postcard #26 April 24, 2020
My BFF wanted to video chat,
So we spent an hour and a half catching up,
Sharing part of our day
And felt almost normal.
Postcard #27 April 25, 2020
The shower walls are closing in
Like a vice slowly turning to clamp
A piece of wood in place.
The water is too hot
Adding fuel to the fever
Instead of relaxing tense muscles
And cleansing sweaty skin.
The door is unattainable,
Besides,
Opening it while hot steam fills the small space
Will only set off the fire alarm
And add painful noise.
So deep breaths,
Rinse,
Dry
And
Repeat.
Postcard #28 April 26, 2020
The world has changed in the ten days
Since I last left the house.
Trees proudly display spring flowers
Bright pink and white
Flowers emerge from winter slumber,
Coloring the world with hope.
Postcard #29 April 27, 2020
The tent looks the same as last time,
Although now there’s a masked sentinel
Asking questions three before we may pass,
I’m slightly disappointed he doesn’t ask my favorite color.
Postcard #30 April 28, 2020
Allostatic Load
I have no energy for everything I ‘should’ be doing.
Reorganize the house.
Catalogue my collection.
Write a novel.
Instead,
I dream strange dreams,
Running from dinosaurs or plague rats.
Binge watch YouTube videos
And thaw soup I made two months ago.
And survive.
Postcard # 31 April 29, 2020
I know it’s Friday because Top Chef
Recorded last night.
My stomach grumbles, telling me lunch is
An hour overdue.
It’s still April, because my mortgage payment
Hasn’t hit my account yet.
I’m not sure it really matters what day it is.
They’re all the same.
Postcard #32 April 30, 2020
I had hoped my last postcard for the month
Would be profoundly different from the first.
I’d be back to work,
bitching about what stupid thing administration has done now,
And planning my next vacation.
Instead,
The penguin still keeps vigil from the kitchen window,
Wondering if anyone has noticed it.
I need a shower.
At least I’m wearing sweatpants instead of Christmas jammies.
The date for reopening is still nebulous
And I await results from testing,
Making everything real.
- 5
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