Poetry and Hope- Covid Chronicles Part 2

It is difficult to avoid the contrarian views that have arisen around how we must deal with this global pandemic. I have become increasingly unsettled by the calls to rise up and not adhere to the advice offered by scientific and medical experts. Claiming lost freedom and imposition of tyranny, or worse still, that what we are experiencing is in fact a giant conspiracy -or even worse,  a hoax! leaves me in chin scratching bewilderment. 

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.










 

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  1. This is an optimistic vision of 2020. I like "a perfect time to listen to the wise ones" and "a perfect time to show we care." It takes an act of will to see the positive right now. You've done it. I hope your isolated life brings you and us more moments like this. I also loved this line: "Must admit my fingers are permanently intoxicated." It took me a moment.

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    1. Thank you for your kind response. We all need to keep the flame of hope alight. We do with with every small, mindful action we undertake to nourish the soul. Be safe. Keep spreading hope.

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  2. I am right there with you. I have well-managed asthma and have self-isolated since March. I am in Oregon and most everyone wears a mask, but I, too am befuddled by those who don't take precautions. Thankfully, my school district has opted for remote learning through November 13th. I, too , have sought out creative ways to deal with the situation.

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    1. Adrienne, we are in fierce agreement. May your school district continue to make decisions on the basis of health and safety. May your creative attitude bring the rewards your efforts deserve.

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  3. I love your poem and your thoughts- this line: "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." Wishing you good health.

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    1. Thank you Kathleen. Your remarks are appreciated. Wishing continued good health to you as well.

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  4. Covid is my kryptonite, too, Alan. As an asthmatic, there's no way I think I could handle it well. I'm trying to be so careful. We canceled vacation, Hersheypark season passes, going out to restaurants, etc. I just wish everyone would be on board with containment practices. Proper mask wearing is really the least we can do for our fellow Earthmates. Yet, for some, it is too much to ask of them.

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    1. Stacey, your concerns are well founded and your actions make perfect sense. I like the term 'Earthmates.' I might borrow it if you don't mind. It speaks to the all encompassing need to support each other. Take care.

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  5. Your image of the personal lily pad is resonating with me. I’ve been very isolated myself, with all the associated pros and cons attached to that decision. I appreciate these opportunities to connect—even if it’s just the waving of a webbed hand across the pond.

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    1. We may both be on our respective lily pads Amy, but it is comforting to know our experiences are showing similar traits. I like the notion of a webbed hand across the pond. We must all continue to support each other wherever possible. Take care over there...

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