2021

 

Eric of Pomerania, former King of Denmark, Sweden and Norway has a mask strapped on as the pandemic rages through our planet.

Last year has left us wordless,

Only sounds left in our mouths, 

of melancholy, of sighs 

of inebriated boredom blended with fear

stemming from down 

deep, asking why's

we seek comfort in groups 

based on country,

               religion,

               political grouping

our loyalties rigid 

"not there for the taking"

But,

Aren't we factionless?

Didn't we come here alone?

And as even the pandemic

ripped through our bones

form home to home

We know we will all

afterall,

die alone?

 

And amidst all this madness,

all we can do is search our souls,

for some kindness

And in this soul searching

We are all,

afterall,

not alone. 

Last year we all changed

we stood together

in one form or another

And so, from one human to another

I hope we reach down to remember

                                                        these times of unity

                                                        to celebrate diversity

to keep the soul searching

                                                       not only in adversity.