Waiting for the Zombies

I’m not one for mass hysteria,

won’t find me holding a

‘the world will end tomorrow’

or

catch me if you can

while I run myself ragged

with a self-seeking

paranoid delusion.

 

Walk me through the pain,

it is real,

it is scary,

so surreal feels like an apocalypse

not the news,

go shopping at Target tonight,

would you, would you dare,

wear a mask,

(not kidding about that one)

anticipate lots of empty

shelves

and more staff than you have ever needed.

 

They, the staff, the workers,

the kids and parents and friends and family,

they need their jobs,

they’re one of the fortunates,

as am I  teacher,

online learning,

we didn’t sign up for this,

but we will shine,

for tomorrow

our kids will find

a way to learn their skills,

rather than,

driving mom and dad insane.

 

Now let’s talk about zombies,

the eery fantasy,

I’ve never been into them,

not even

World War Z.

 

Just look at the horizon,

the quiet landscape,

only a few cars drifting by,

storefronts,

not boarded yet.

Only the hoarders

and the needful,

who only are thinking of themselves,

like me, sometimes,

I’m afraid.

 

Thank God for the service workers,

the medical, EMT, the delivery, civil servants …

all the others I seemingly ignore,

but count on,

to bring me my more.

 

We live in the path of

a mysterious virus,

like a machine it is expounding its girth,

we are all the suspect

of our own desire to breathe.

 

The zombies are coming,

(well they’re really not)

but what will we call this

when the dust settles,

the changing of our world,

the change in our lives.

 

Embrace the mystique of this our real,

let your heart and soul lead the way.

In Harps and Violins

Where I would like to be

when I pass along my legacy,

without the notion of morbid

reality

I would wish to be in a lift

an elevation of state of mind

you see

We are part of this world

of constant scrutiny

far more lethal it seems

in the internal quest toward

sanity,

than it might be found to be true

in the external nature

of discovery.

I am a soul, entity, enigma, stereotype, passion

I live with agony, desire, pleasure, happiness

I wander within the confines of my mind,

and yet,

how often do I allow myself to recognize

that all of you,

each and every soul that wanders the earth,

we all no matter our being,

in the human condition,

we are all standing together

nearby one another,

not so distant as we sometimes hope we might be.

We are here,

now –

couldn’t you all agree?

Perhaps not today said the wise man without eyes,

though he might cry in the corner

while we are all

away …

Hello!

Life Today – A Sonnet

When long in mind I rather call your name

please tell me then you knew me well ahead.

Today I might recognize well the game

that fortune of hindsight you kept instead.

If when I speak the world is newer heard,

than as a child when words remained in sand

is it well today we scrutinize word?

Speak love with our hearts that we cannot stand.

When as a child I spoke alone, my fears.

Social imagery’s designed neighborhood

Is life’s circuitry; media drives tears …

Acceptance slows again that which I could.

We this planet of known impacts and eyes

Need well to live the wisdom in our I’s.

Holding the Edge

sunlit horizon

We have to be so immediate in our caution

the world exists based upon our action

while in a moment I cry,

in seconds later I wonder why

the beauty around me escapes my eyes.

Lost in a cloud of circumstantial worry,

I am allowed only that brief respite to be one

with my identity in the eyes of another.

Yet, how might I tell that other person

all I wish for is to be recognized alone

without masks,

no sweet songs or rhythm

to clarify this state of mind.

Tonight, I watch the sun begin to set

and imagine that world brilliant beyond

the horizon, and I wonder quietly to myself,

if there might be another …

Can we all begin to believe our heart and soul

responds to that same energy together.

Getting Along Together

Sharon Cummings

Terrace Gallery  © Sharon Cummings

 

***

We could be a couple

if your hair wasn’t black;

your eyes are brown

doesn’t work for me.

Yet, wait, they, her, my

parents taught me

that such truths are lies.

~

We could be together

with our hearts a-swell

living in the moment

loving one another.

Yet, wait, they, her, my

word the world just

doesn’t want to know.

~

We could have a family

learn to sow the land,

share each other’s language,

melodic and unique.

Let’s live together

in everyone’s Earth;

let Nature be our cure.