Dear APOCALYPSE #12

Dear Apocalypse,

The green of St. Paddy’s was blue
Restaurants served the fanciest meals on a to go
The pubs hadn’t a cue
The little café down the avenue made us single line - “oh no, after you”
The basketballs stopped bouncing
The fields; empty
I didn’t see a pitcher on a mound to spare
The arenas became silent
What has become of our year?

Wandering the halls of the offices, eerie
Rush hour must’ve happened quickly; I only saw a few!
The buses with more vacant seats than I can count in a 4 stop ride
The parks are dull, the slides missing the children outside
The sun doesn’t feel warm today
Something isn’t it’s usual way

Rush to the grocery
Survival necessities, it’s all we need
The remaining humans hurry to buy food
Each line longer than the next
Cashiers looking more tired than they should
Business owners smiling as they control the doors
The pharmacy shelves amazingly full
I worry, is this pandemic truly a health issue?

The Mayor and Prime Minister take the news
Borders are closing
Planes are being grounded
Cruises left at sea.
The world is crying
Death is gaining
Fear instilling
But there I am.....
There we are....
At home,with a cup of tea, or even two
Praying for everyone
And every country
There I am....
Home, safely with you.

S. Munchkins

(written March 17th 2020)