I realize an hour had passed
and my mind was locked
zooming through the pandemic
news of doom and gloom
and poor Italy and its spread
but the Cubans arrived
and will yet save the day
but I suspect my day is
loss inertia
barely able to move
from coach to fridge
desiring something to nibble
even though I’m not hungry
my eyes even assault the
blues hills that always have been
respite surely they shouldn’t seem
so proud contended at ease
I’ll not let this malaise consume me
I rise and walk to the veranda
why are the birds singing loudly
as they always do a chatter
back and forth between those
in the ackee tree and the ones
in the mango tree don’ they
know that people are dying
not the daily dying the pandemic
dying don’t they know the world
has stopped schools business
restaurants even bars are closed
but the birds continue their engaged
chatter the butterflies flit about
and the flowers are still splendid
in bloom
life indeed continues