Everyone I talk to says this pandemic’s
Hairy business.
I was wondering how much dark it would dredge up
How much weird and sludge
(Quite a lot, and now
We’ve had the span for attention)
Whether we’d re-emerge shiny and bright
(Can’t tell yet)
Or wait, then sink, then grumble back
To our starting places.
Would it turn us around,
Wedge us into a new corner?
How much time do we need to go in then come out
Better than before?
I’d thought murky times herald light
But I’m not sure.
We were hoping for change,
Our Renaissance
Maybe it’s the desperation
Or maybe I’ve just got good friends
But people kept saying we’d found
Revolution.
Or the space for it,
If we acted.
Have we acted, yet?
(Where are our stimulus checks?)
