THE NEW NORMAL
The Apocalypse, Armageddon, Dystopia. The stuff of sci-fi and fantasy movies. Drastic scenarios of the imagination.
Never to happen, never to come even close, never to nip at the fringes. Never say never. Attributed by some to Charles Dickens in Pickwick Papers.
Never say never, because the beast is nibbling now, not the beast of the Black Death that plagued the globe in the mid-1300 hundreds. A smaller beast, not as ravenous, but cunning in its disguise, hiding behind a neighbor, a friend, a loved one.
During the Black Death those who could left cities.
social distancing
she and hubby converse
with texting
Streets emptied. Shops closed. Food was in short supply. People prayed for a miracle
for once, quick parking
leaving the market
with an empty cart
Seven centuries later we wait for our miracle, a vaccine. In the meantime, we use technology and click, click our order; our children continue school; we communicate. All because of technology, a miracle of sorts, considering how people communicated during the Black Death.
We do have spring slowly making her appearance, although we may not be noticing her. She comes in spurts and sprints, but she comes, stays a while and disappears. Patience required. Patience in all things.
schedules we keep
each to its own time
emerging plants
morning coffee
fidgeting while waiting
for the pot to fill
Drifting Sands
