Wednesday, January 20, 2021

Stasis (Hard Times)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Stasis

 

The ability to sleep a hundred years

And awake with all intact

 

When hard and tragic times

Sweep over us like an ancient curse

Leaving mother and child in despair

Spreading gloom like an endless night

Turning brother against brother

Sister against mother

Father against son

Friend against friend

In relentless waves of woe

 

When the well runs dry

And all the money is spent

When there’s nothing but the blues

And you can’t pay the rent

When you go to sleep hungry

And there is no better news

How much longer must we endure

Before entropy ensues

 

We need to take a break

An extended pause in time

Freeze everything in place

No more hunger

No more debt

No more evictions

No more clouds of sorrow

A declaration of stasis

Like a reprieve from fate

Put all our problems on hold

Everything can wait

 

Like Rip Van Winkle

In that old fairy tale

Sleep for a hundred years and

Wake when all is well

 

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