Our Spindles Have Dwindled – Our Ire Rekindled
I do not like this in I am in
Seuss is the only way I can spin
If wishes were dishes and dishes weren’t done
Nothing to do and there’d be no fun
If everyone else would mind ps and qs
Freedom we’d win and covid would lose
If sick would stay home there’d be wellness and hope
But, sometimes, with dummies, we have to cope
I sit in a muddle and muddle things o’er
I’d like to go mingle and go shop at each store
Bit wearing a mask is too much to do
So I sit at home grumbling and sit in my stew
I’ve crocheted and ricocheted and painted and such
But boredom’s took hold and I’m comforted not much
And now a new one comes roaring to our world
WHO is whoing and new restrictions unfurled
I’ve had my shots and my shots have had me
No side effects other than other’s shot would always agree
That I am pretty sick of this focus on sick
Our mental health suffers our energy leaves quick
I notice small things like hair on my chin
They don’t show up much as isolation we’re in
There’s weather so hot we boil water on rocks
We’re vulnerable here amidst this damned pox
There’s floods, there’s fires, there’s rock and mud slides
And people are nasty as nasty besides
But, if one more person says ‘new normal’ to me
They won’t be pleased with the me they see
I am calling on Gods, on angels, on devils, if there are
I am sending good thoughts to some far away star
But they don’t seem to be hearing or even reply
My pleas and my pledges, my hopes and desires go awry
It’s totally totally out of control down here on earth
I’ve saved some money, though, for what its worth
If aliens are what we think there are
They should come rescue us six feet afar
Nothing we do, no bandstanding or march round the bend
No singing what’s praises nor praying nor singing nor well-wishing send
We’re screwed that’s it and it is that is
Grasping at straws for reasons of big biz
No big gov department no one celled dark room
No billion or trillion is going to come with a broom
To seep up this mess that we’ve made of ourselves
Nor stock our accounts nor put food on our shelves
Hope dwindles and our spindles are still
Another long day to try and fill
I am seriously thinking avoidance is dope
For I have run out of skills to just manage to cope
Armchair experts and conspiracy theorists might stay out of my way
I might just lose it and someday might be today
You can hope that I make it you can hope I find a way
To simply feel less desperate and more of okay
But, we need this damned thing over and gone really quick
For it isn’t just covid or flu we are sick
We are tired to coping we are tired of making do
I am mad as hell how about you?
©Carol Desjarlais 11.29.21
Thanks to Dr. Seuss who this thought wrought
I have a new spindle that needs to be bought
The buildings were big and people would smile
And travel they would mile by mile.
But sick they become, in numbers it grew
Businesses worried, communities too.
Things stopped for a bit, the world slowed its roll
The virus has certainly taken its toll.
But what they then saw from slowing things down,
Is in fact they now had less reasons to frown.
Families now gathered, what game shall we play?
Pass me the blue crayon, give Mommy the grey.
Dad’s home guys! He’ll read us a book
then all of us together will cook.
The lungs of the planet caught a small break
less travel meant less pollution to make.
People did realize they’d all be OK
They don’t need so much to get through the day.
Maybe this virus that caused so much stress
Showed the whole world that more can mean less.
- by Rhonda Lacey, the morning show Inspired by Dr. Seuss
People follow routine, day in and day out,
Doing all of the things they wouldn’t think twice about.
Going to mall or the movies, perhaps a concert or two,
The possibilities are endless for what they could do.
They think of the summer, making plans galore,
Then suddenly something happened, they hadn’t seen this before.
A disease like the flu, or so some would say,
Nothing to worry about, go on with your day.
And so the people did, taking trips and running around,
They carried on with their lives, feeling safe and sound.
Then suddenly the numbers, upwards they grew,
All traveling was cancelled, and schools closed too.
The cases were increasing, the restaurants shut down,
Bars closed their doors, no more nights on the town.
Let go were the workers from jobs meant to last,
How could this virus have spread oh so fast?
Lockdown was here, in their homes they had to stay,
When seeing people around, be six feet away.
The people grew angry, depressed, and bored,
How could all the things they planned possibly get ignored?
Two weeks went by, people put up resistance,
Bringing them to another month to social distance.
Life had slowed down, what were the people to do?
Sit back, take a breath, and change their point of view.
People going on walks and saying hello,
Seeing how many of their neighbors they didn’t even know.
Technology used to connect with friends from the past,
Trying to remember the time they spoke last.
Completing fixer-up projects, cleaning around the house,
Time off of work to be spent with their kids and their spouse.
Families play board games and sit laughing for hours,
The people have time to cook, and take long, warm showers.
The litter is cleared, pollution is low,
The true beauty of our planet can finally show.
The people are willing to help each other now more than ever,
Who knew that being forced to stay apart would bring them together?
Though the schedules have to change, and life took a twist,
There are ways to make up for the plans they will miss.
The people can relax, and see what other creativity this time brings,
Above all they have learned to appreciate the little things.
- Kaylee Sperling of Monroe is a junior at SUNY Geneseo.
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