Keeping Busy
Being someone who needs nature for my mental health, this has been a tough couple of months. I have been out walking my neighborhood and some woods (safely with a mask, of course) whenever the weather cooperates. I have also been reading and writing a lot. This is one of the poems I have written during this isolation. This is survival for me.
Pandemic Response
This earthbound isolation is like quicksand,
survival by being still,
endless waiting, waiting,
keeping hands busy, mind empty.
But I need to ride the clouds spread
on the searing blue sky,
burrow myself into bright blossoms like a bee,
douse my eyes in the water of ponds’
shivering reflections searching for life –
tadpoles or tiny fish —
only this, only this
keeps me alive.
Susan Merrifield Desrocher
c 2020
