By Yasmin Tiwana
It’s back, Covid in drag
The isolation felt in being an island
Why do we continue with niceties?
Because we know we should?
A meaningless phrase
Takes on new life
When reapplied to explain
The impossible and unthinkable
A new phenomena
While one grows bored
Watching old movies
Times were simpler then
white or black questions -no gray
Answers look the same
In the dark…
Is Karma wrecking havoc
Amongst the blue of Heaven
Or is it one’s own angst
That belies this sad truth
The World’s humanity is taking stock,
recoiling in horror at its history
Even now, suppressing those of different
But always saying – put it out of its misery
This seemingly nonsensical tale has to end
With another bout of Covid around the bend
It is with great pleasure that I take
The honor of removing you from our wake.
Holy Week, Holy Week!
The time of eternal resurrection
Where all that is good
Is recycled with hope in your direction
And so it comes, another year begins
Already a quarter is over
And we sit surprised and chagrined
At the thought life is a 4 leaf clover.
All is possible, all is beautiful
When Easter spring is near
One gives thanks for all
Including our writers club
Which has become near and dear.