March 20, 2020
If the world is ending
I may as well paint my deck
Start the seeds in my garden
And organize the closet
I’ve left in chaos for a decade
If the world is ending
I may as well paint my door bright blue
And put some marked down
Petunias in a purple pot
Beneath the mailbox
Settle on a comfy seat
And watch the sunset
While I drink hot tea
Perhaps I will never
Publish that book
Have that gallery show
Fix that relationship
Walk in Sorrento
Quiet this ache
But perhaps
In the end
Against all odds
The world will right itself somehow
And the seeds
Will be a harvest
And friends will come
Through bright blue doors
And in time
We will tell children not yet born
About how we held ourselves together
By painting decks
Or singing songs to empty rooms
How we defiantly made beautiful
The space we were told to
Merely Wait
How we refused to
Simply survive this
