Do You Like Syrup?
Vast sweeping defiant pandemic. Happens.
Realization. all of life to be touched by its scope magnitude determination. Impossible. Not to see.
It happens that during an event that clouds our globe entirely, all human happenings are under the influence. Clouds.
Covid clouds
What rain falls from your might. Not a question. For all grows strong when watered. With tears.
Stupid becomes stupefyingly moronic,
selfish becomes something of an anti-social neurosis,
caring becomes superhero-esque, with life-risking implications.
Average loneliness, sour at best, becomes bitter isolation, with generous servings of alienation and fear.
The height to which ignorance soars shocks. Awes.
intellectual deficiency?
naive belief of one’s invincibility?
distrust of government?
self over group?
Dumb becomes dangerous…selfish becomes noxious. Impossible to avoid absorbing the ill effects of our fellow citizens, mentally physically dangerously.
The caring and sensible are sensibly concerned.
Dumbfounded, prone to irritability.
A neglected arrow taped vividly to the floor of the aisle in the grocery, dollar, drug store is flippantly replaced with “I’m very intent on getting that item right now, and I can not afford 30 extra seconds it takes to follow those arrows that I see but pretend not to see.”
A vile kind of reaction, seen vividly via the eyes, newly trained to be the sole
Vehicle
For
Communicating
Discontent.
Everyone likes syrup.
(Written February 2021)
Randi Solomon 