Monday, March 23, 2020

A Monday Poem

An etched purple sky greets me as I settle down at my desk
What was once a community activity is a solitary pursuit
In the hours to come we will open up the phone lines and shout across the distance
But now as birds chirp outside my window, it's just me and the glowing white screen

So on this brewing Monday morning I type in passwords and connect systems
And I focus on my gratitude that I can do this thing from this place when so many can't

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