Fear is the Enemy of Love

What do you do when a pandemic hits?

You lose days, and hours.

Your journal looks like you left,

But your pantry tells another story.

After the rush of shopping wears off,

There’s a cry stuck in your throat

Pretending to be the enemy of love.

Your fingers ache from scrolling.

For a minute you forget who you were,

Where you left your dreams,

What book you were reading.

The stillness reminds you of time.

Your old to-do list looks foreign.

A shift in priorities starts a new list.

Finish what you started. Make the call.

Watch the birds in the backyard.

Remember. How it all started.

Write it down, this time.

Play the game. Eat the best food first.

The rainy day is here.

Write the note. Mail the letter.

Check on your family, your neighbor.

Cover all things with love that never ends.

It always looks worse, before it gets better.