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I am participating in the
Slice of Life Story Challenge (SOL20).
All participants are sharing stories about moments in their lives, writing
every day for the month of March 2020.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!
Slice of Life Story Challenge (SOL20).
All participants are sharing stories about moments in their lives, writing
every day for the month of March 2020.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!
It's hitting me - I am living in a dystopia, and I have long avoided dystopias. I remember reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley for my high school English class, and I was so troubled and distressed by it. Chilling, yes, I found it chilling.
Yet, here I am, now: unsettled, unnerved, unclear.
I'm waiting for something to arrive, visit, and depart that I cannot see or feel or smell or experience in any way except foreshadowing.
There are so many strange signs of its impending: creating virtual learning for my preschoolers (what?), nothing but empty shelves at my grocery store (am I really seeing this?), cancelled flights for vacation (are you kidding me?), the world around me shutting down (c'mon, that's closed, too?!), and yes, he's 90 and he is your father, but no one is allowed into the nursing home to visit (how can this be?!!).
And this is just day FOUR of this coronavirus isolation.
All the above is my intro to a simple poem for today:
Day Four
I stepped outside
in the early morning dark
barefoot
to feel the ground.
The moon is half today.
Someone sliced it
right down the middle.
The world is half today.
No work.
No school.
No seats too close.
No church.
No parties.
No food in the stores.
No touch.
Everyone, alone.
I am not half.
I am still I.
I think.
A beautiful capture of what so many of us are feeling! "The moon is half today...I am not half." I nodded my head in agreement with your words: "And this is just day four."
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DeleteThe night moon
ReplyDeletehalved itself
this morning ...
splintering
off to take
care of someone
else, leaving us
half-lonely in its
half-light,
wondering where
we've gone and
where we're still
going, the parts
still disconnected
from the whole
-- a poem comment inspired by your poem -- we shine our lights on each other these days -- Kevin
Your poem is truly a gift! I love it. "...leaving us half-lonely in its half-light..." Thank you!
DeleteWhat would today say? Your poem makes me ask this question. When the whole world hits pause I feel frozen, immobile. Is this the end of life as we know it? Yes, dystopian. I’m so grateful to have this connection w/ you, Maureen.
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