COVID diaries - day unknown: from the dust of speculation...

of all the lessons life teaches - perhaps the most difficult -  change.
inevitable.  actually - the only thing able to be classified as never changing. albeit it uncomfortable at times, even chaotic, if viewed through lens of opportunity - most often the most necessary element.
for anyone alive today, this season of life embodies the epitome of said alteration. behaviors. routines. things sacred as well as presumed obligations. as though life has transitioned from living, to simply remaining alive. in the blink of an eye - demons once corralled on pages of imagination - take shape - wear costumes of contradiction - disregard - hate. and even here - in this sanctuary of self - infiltration of fear - virus of denigration.
if refined to one line - prayer for recompense - to humbly ask for storm of salvation - reformation from purgery of conceive - to benevolence of believe.

the heart remembers...

today i walked through fields of used to be acquaintance. 
and while the road was still familiar, 
the landscape -
i no longer recognized. 

well-worn paths traveled in different seasons,
now unaware of anything passing - 
other than time. 
in place of meadows bursting green with gift of life -
only silent wind-blown fields,
holding fading memories of being alive. 
and  where once i found the gate to paradise, 
now only broken remnants of speculation... 

you seem surprised. 
no absolution sought for act of disconnection? 
no predetermined propaganda - 
distortion of the truth? 
funny how choosing the longer route home 
is met with such opposition. 

perhaps your logic can enlighten me?
the distance - 
you say - 
provokes the heart to grow fonder. 
if so, 
why nearly silent the sound of mine - 
barely beating?"