This collection of poems was written when my husband was diagnosed with bladder cancer (he’s currently in remission). The poem I’m sharing in today’s blog post , “The Future,” could apply equally well to what we’re experiencing in response to coronavirus. Take a look!
The Future
Letters appear when I hit
the computer keys
and leave
a trail
across the page
that
I follow,
a light in the dark
it only shows
a few feet
at a time, everything
else
in shadows. Life
is like this. It gives
glimpses into
the future though
there might not be
a future
if the present
is all we have.
I must stop thinking
of futures
and focus
on the present,
how the sun
dances off objects
and lightens
the darkest greens
until they gleam, or
touches nearby roofs
with a golden glow.
And I sit here watching
the world
unfold before me
as if it never existed
before but only appears
as I type
these letters
and capture
what I’m seeing
what I’m seeing
what I’m seeing.
Yes, this captures living in the present during times of crisis and upheaval.
Thanks for your good words! Stay present and well.