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