It’s a strange kind of lethargy
this quarantine creates,
a Ground Hog Day repeat
of rhythm and routine
until we get it right.
And yet, it is cosy here inside
the cottage looking across the river
at the island treeline’s mound
of green rising like a turtle
from the water.
Through shimmering heat
sparks of light like daytime fireflies
flicker and fade, mirroring
the ebb and flow of tide
and my own energy.
The tranquility of this place
masks the turmoil beyond, where
‘news’ zooms and boomerangs
off nerves already shredded
by too much, and not enough.
If only I could bottle this air,
this peaceful solitude, and mix it
into the world’s morning porridge,
with a prayer to pay attention
to what really matters
we could find our collective way
out of this stand-off, this barrage
of bad, the sense of scarcity driving
a hungry few to overindulge, leaving
the rest of us to fend for ourselves.
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sarahscapes 
Moving and sensitive description of the effects of troubled times. We all need to find the place of peace and solace in order to pay attention to the things that really matter.
Thanks for stopping by, VentureMarine. Finding/being open to what matters is certainly one byproduct of stillness, even isolation. May that result be a more wide-spread side-effect of these times …
Sarah this is so lovely. The pace of the poem, its images and thoughts all come together to take me into your cozy lethargy, your tranquility. Your spirit and your poetry uplift me, they offer healing …. thank you.
Thanks for stopping by,Anne; also for your kind comments. These times call for reaching inward to be able to reach out. I struggle with the paradox at times. And then comes the tipping point. Must write!
Beautiful…your words bring solace to my day. Love all the imagery
Thank you, Bonnie! It’s been waaaaaaaay too long since I felt able to post anything … no explanation required, I know. But makes my heart sing to know this resonated with you. Wishing you well, my friend.