The electric shock of a hammer hitting metal,

The soft swooshing of the wind as it pushes

through the pine tree boughs.

The chip, chip chirping of a Chickadee in the garden.

Confusion as we cluster in our ffugitive homes.

The quiet of social distance, an eerie enemy.

Confusion as we cluster in our fugitive homes.

Safer, yes, wiser to isolate – yet

We wave to our neighbor and call our friends,

Telecommunicate.

Days drag on, numbers of afflicted mount

and tears for the dead flow freely.

We fight the secret inside us – yet

we must hang on and let wisdom guide us.

When this has passed and we are free at last,

we will see more clearly who heroes are.

Will question our vlaues and dependencies

and most importantly –

know that humanity trumps economy.