Poetry and Hope- Covid Chronicles Part 2
The mask evaders have set themselves on a course to show the world their contempt for their fellow citizens.They won't say that of course, but their actions leave the rest of us in no doubt. Would they be happy if operating surgeons went about their critical work, mask optional? Should hand washing in food services, cafes and restaurants also be optional? There are so many aspects of life where we accept life and health protection laws, mandates and work safe practices without question. This matter of masks is not a hill upon which to make a stand against so called tyranny and injustice. It is more about self entitlement.
The social gatherers befuddle me too. Scenes from all over the world where large numbers have congregated in spite of what we know about the ease of viral spread, is a very clear reminder that 50% of the population is below average and common sense is not as common as we need it to be...
I have chosen to place myself in lockdown since March. I had an easy choice to make. My health is compromised. I remain eternally grateful for the support and understanding of my family. Covid is my kryptonite. I am fully aware of my vulnerability and I have no desire to visit that upon the unstinting and courageous first responders and health workers. If remaining still on my personal lily pad helps, then I am more than happy to comply.
I accept that not everyone has been able to make an easy choice regarding social distancing long term. I accept that financial hardship has not been equally shared. I have attempted to be socially and emotionally supportive of others. Isolation comes with it own issues for many. I have respected the greater wisdom of epidemiological experts and attempted to find creative ways to deal with the situation. Must admit my fingers are permanently intoxicated and my view of surfaces has changed immeasurably- but enough of my foibles.
This is my latest response and yes, it is only some words. However, I would hope it speaks of positivity and goes some way to countering the carping and negativity that pervades the media and its associated platforms. Sniping and sneering corrodes the spirit.
Poetry has a role to play in a pandemic, so I continue to call upon it to help deliver my gentle whispers of hope. As we know, words matter.
Be well, Be safe everyone. Our team needs every little effort to prevail here.
*These words emerged yesterday, just as Stage 4 restrictions were implemented in my home state of Victoria, Australia.