without whom we wouldn’t be standing under umbrellas with baren spines as the thunderous angry skies fully open upon us
Presidential now, are we? Yoda would posit To the game, late you are #45
THE SKY IS FALLING as wall street is
we shelter in place
social animals that we are
self isolate worry catastrophize ignore
attempts to hold on
we reach out to comfort to be comforted
get out your cards throw the i ching the runes program & grid your crystals
wash your hands cover your mouth maintain isolation social distance daren’t cough sneeze touch
try not to breathe
thru all this cling to sanity
cuz baby
looks like we just
stepped on the carousel
i rate write social commentary, but i joined in@amycuddy’s #allwritetogether isolation writing hour one day this week and after a year+ writers block scribbled this rough first draft. absolutely welcome any instructive criticisms and ideas. i’m totally out of my realm here. thanks so much for reading!