Letter to my future self

I didn't think this storm would ever end,
but, in the end, it was just like all the other storms of life,
louder perhaps,
deafening really.

Some people died,
some unexpectedly,
some jobs were lost.

Were you surprised by the urban dustbowl mentality?

Some necessary things weren't.

Wounds festered openly.
Surprising connections held.

Some egos lost,
after a time.
Some courage remained.
Terror and boredom,
the have-have not divide widened.

We became our brothers' keepers.
I wonder.

Yet, the lizards lay in the sun
and the birds still sing.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020

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