"Most Days"
Most days I am able to harness some hope and strength
Others, it is elusive and hard to find
My weariness is enveloping
If the Coronavirus came round here
would I last days, or hours?
It's what's hard to hang onto ... humanity ... my own humanity
It takes so much of my life force to stand up and walk even a few steps
I love greeting people, smiling at them, talking with them, feeling their inspiration and strength that they take from me that helps ease the steps of their own path
Much of the time I feel like I'll just fall over
and just not get up
like a dying horse
Then I talk with someone, and gain strength from the exchange of kindnesses between us
Sometimes water just leaks from my eyes, like rain trying to soften the hardened cracked earth of the desert
The night is long and dark
Today I ate a sausage mcmuffin with egg
and 2 boston creme donuts, a small milk and small coffee
The fatigue in the eyes of the young, old before her time, McDonald's girl,
washed over me ...
I smiled. She smiled
"Livin the dream" I whispered.
"Livin the dream," she softly volleyed
She had hours to go, sitting in that window.
I returned to my parking lot, my soul full
zjm
1/29/20
