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


Or the space for it,

If we acted.

Have we acted, yet?

(Where are our stimulus checks?)

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Haley Bader

Hey! You've made it to my site, and I'm thrilled to introduce myself... my name is Haley, a writer and artist with a passion for adventure, volunteering, cooking and generally tossing myself into some sorts of shenanigans. I hope you enjoy what you find!

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