Would That I Might

I am keeping up with my work.  Again,I am not certain what more there is to say at the moment.  I did decide to write five poems in my morning writing session, which is good, though I am still not certain the point of the work at the moment.  I mean, I just can't imagine writing about anything besides the pandemic, but I can't really think of much to say about the topic that has not been thought and said already.  Still, I keep working, and on occasion I do think maybe some of what I am writing transcends those issues just a bit.

Like Ghosts We watch the world but cannot  touch it.

Once more, I have done my writing for the day.  I am still not certain about working in the current climate, but I keep going   It feels as if that is the only choice.  I do not know what would happen to me of I stopped writing entirely right now, but I think I might lose it entirely.  At least my writing is something that I feel matters more than most of what I can do here at home.

An Infected Neighbor She says she does not know him, does not recognize the name, but I do not think it matters that much: he is a neighbor, she does not know him, but that does not mean she is somehow safe from his terms.  He is still a neighbor, but she cannot say if she has been near him recently.

I am going to keep this short, as I am hoping to get to bed a bit early tonight.  I don't sleep well, generally, and I am a bit tired.  I have gotten my writing done.  I think it may be time to consider adding more to my morn9ng session, but I have to think about it a bit more.

Good Judgement My mother says her friend is flying back to Jersey on her private jet. I comment how idiotic I think it is, given the current situation, especially the northeast. My mother does not understand, thinks I am being judgemental. How can it be? Throughout my life these were the people I thought of as the adults.

I have been writing my poems each day, and as this crisis has grown, I have continued that practice.  I do not know that the work has been of value, other than in keeping me moving forward.  I do have to wonder, though, if writing aommuch about this is leading someplace for me.  It seems to me, focusing on anything in my work should help to create growth and change which will enable me to better approach whatever I am focused on.  If not, what is the point of such a focus?  Here, that latter question is harder to answer, but it does not dismiss the general thrust.  I must either find a way to shift my focus as a writer or to make the work I am doing feel more resonant/ significan.  I tend to believe that my being aware of that need is a sign that it is about shift already.