Being locked down offered creative opportunities. Many Haiku were written and some related directly to the situation. In keeping with my first entry, I re-offer these:
DYING, 1
The last thought we have
will be our eternity.
Make it a good one.
DYING, 2
Rush to the promise
of the light before it fades.
Resistance is hell.
HUDDLED
Stick with your tribe and
you may wind up in the wrong
heaven...so they say.
LIVING
Let’s hang on to what
we’ve got. There’s a lot of love
between us. Hang on.