Corona

How Covid has warped all of our lives
This name that came into existence
Has taken all the power
Freedom to interact and resistance
Against the system
That has now taken over
Moving through the Greek alphabet
But we don’t know what it is yet
We cover our faces and stay in our places
For fear of the unknown
Germs, particles and crowded spaces
The thing that can’t seen
Just shown to us on TV
And apparently felt in our body
I may do all the right things
Yet it still can get me
This virus, the enemy
That separates us
Attacking us from the inside slowly
But some people can’t feel it all
Yet our economy, our society
Might fall
To Covid

It has a number and a name
We don’t know exactly when it came
Still we need someone to blame
Maybe 20 years later
Someone will unravel all the secrets
And put them on paper
But fabricated stories can’t change
What already happened
How badly we reacted
And the world won’t be the same

A name has tied us all together
And kept us apart
Despite our collective pain
Since it’s inception
A reflection
Of ourselves, isolated
Desperately mated
Our human nature
Not wanting to be alone
Locked down
A tiny virus
Wearing a crown,
Corona

Hide your face but open your eyes
We now all walk around in a disguise
Not seeing each other
Judging each other
By our position, our masks
If we do or don’t have it
Justified by the guise
Of a vaccine card
Politicians lies
Illuminating our insecurities
Our fear that we won’t have what we need
Planting the seed
That this is all we have to do
I can’t see you
And it won’t spread through
Our lives, our population

Control the crowds and public spaces
Gather all the information
Mixed messages
Spread fear and stagnation
So that no one can move
And Zoom erases
Social interactions
The desire to leave our houses
We are now stuck on our couches
Sinking into Covid
Falling deeper into our new reality
That consumes us
We can’t get up from our comfy
Virtual meetings
Paid laziness
Forced vaccinations
Unending boosters
No more vacations
Nothing changes

I want to do the right thing
But really I don’t want to do anything
I just want to go for walks
Make small talk
With strangers
Covid has killed my motivation
Yet I have so much time
Still I’m waiting
For something to happen
And my time feels wasted
Again, nothing changes

But change happens
It doesn’t wait for vaccinations
Masking, lack of social interactions
Canceled shows and I don’t knows
Invisible barriers
That stop us from passing Covid
Everything moves
But nothing’s changed
Except our expectations

A Covid time warp
Day after day
Time trudges through the muck
Of uncertainty
False positives
Lost years
Feeling stuck
Closed borders
Toilet paper hoarders
Abandoned plans
Unrealistic fears
That maybe next year
When we are clear
Of Covid

We’ll begin to live again
Children will go back to school again
I’ll rekindle my relationships
We’ll get back time
Our society’s flaws
Reflected in paternalistic laws
Will go back to normal
We’ll take our power back
And everything will be fine
I guess in the end
Corona will decide

How we get by

It’s forever woven into our lives.

Montreal

My feelings always surprise me. I’ve been so ready to leave Providence, yet when the anticipated moment comes, I’m sad. I’m filled with a sense of emptiness and loss, the loss of a life and community I’ve slowly built over the past two years. The loss of a community to which I belonged. Reflecting, I board a plane en route to Montreal, fully prepared to lose myself in the unfamiliar streets of another city. Sometimes I forget that I’m connected to everything, everyone. Continue reading “Montreal”

The Black Pearl

21 complete strangers get in a bus on a windy morning in Cape Town- a bunch of Europeans, two Brazilians, two South Koreans, and an American (me). They are destined to spend the next 20 something days together camping and traveling. Our charismatic captain (Tenk) has possibly watched Pirates of The Caribbean one too many times, and quickly names our safari truck The Black Pearl.  Continue reading “The Black Pearl”

Azola

I had already taught 2 classes, been bitten by a slobbery baby, gotten my hair pulled, braided, and tied in knots, and it’s my last kids yoga class of the day- I’m out. I finally get all the kiddos to make a circle (ten minutes later) when I feel a little hand grabbing my leg. I go to brush the hand away so I could teach, a little annoyed, and then saw the culprit. Continue reading “Azola”

Langa Lessons

Here’s the first blog in a mini series on Townships. I’ve stated previously that South Africa is different from other parts of Africa I’ve experienced. I was lucky enough to get an in depth look at one of the Townships, and more insight into why South Africa (Cape Town specifically) is so different.  Continue reading “Langa Lessons”

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