Do you remember when as a child you played on a see saw, shooting up high and coming down with a thump absorbing the shock with your bent legs. It is Spring 2021 and these poems reflect my personal and our communal see sawing experience of the last few months.
THE COVID SEESAW
Caution Vs Optimism
The headline flashes by
I hear some still have fear
Of virus and vaccine
some are fearless
some are careless
disbelieving it is so bad
even deaths don’t make them sad.
They rationalize the numbers
its no more than flu,
wars and accidents.
They say.
We are vaccinated
and still take care
the tipping point
not yet been reached
as once again the see-saw goes up
politics still mixes things up.
Believe its real
care about others
and weigh in
so the see saw
comes on down,
playing your part
we will turn the corner
ULTIMATE FEARS
Do you remember fear
of losing someone close and dear?
I am not afraid of flying
neither am I afraid of dying,
Once my body is dead
No thoughts in my head,
going through what is and maybes,
such as: did that dog have rabies?
When I have looked over the edge
of the Grand Canyon or a narrow ledge
there is a fear of getting hurt,
then something tugs at my shirt.
Its that see saw thing again.
Maybe my deepest fear
is that my faith is unclear
that that highest power
up in heavens tower
will be there when I arrive.
sometime late, after five.
AGING
there is the inevitability of Age
that we turn another Page
we experience Moments going by
Nothing to be done just Sigh
Bodies changing, more groaning
As our Wisdom keeps growing.
we take more supplements
practice yoga to keep supple.
Then I remember
Granny Camilla just kept walking
fresh fish and veggies shopping
for 90 years every day
Until she went away
The nursing home to stay.
seven more years to play.
But no more baking
TO ZOOM OR NOT TO ZOOM
Life can be confusing
when it could be amusing
Maybe my tech skills will start blooming
Once I get the hang of zooming
Now I will see you soon
and together we can croon!
Three turtles having a face to shell meeting
floating in the pond
what a relief from a zoom meeting
they say to each other
as I l watch through my zoom lens
WHEN A WEEK SEE SAWS
It seemed like bad dreams
days of unpleasant schemes.
everything seemed wrong
lines at stores were really long.
Sold the antique camera on Ebay
and even payment was in a delay.
I thought I was in control
but all I had were expectations
that opened up my machinations.
Only now I must do my best
and let the universe do the rest.
remembering
everything happens for the best
NOT QUITE GOODBYE
I am not sure why
Its been so poetically dry
and I cannot lie
This was almost goodbye.
no more podcasts
then I realized this too will pass
I am not a Rumi or Hafiz
I just need to put in the effort
pen to paper every day
and creativity will have it's say.
©MartinStrasmore2021