Focus

 what makes the most sense
 for me to focus on today
 should I smell the earth after the
 much-needed rain
  
 what about the sight of children
 playing separately apart
 unsure of whether they can 
 touch or not
  
 should I listen for the doorbell
 even though no one can visit
 damned this cursed virus
 robbing us of guests
  
 I could touch the beach sand
 let it drift through my fingers
 warmed by the sun
 but it’s fenced for safety
  
 the vaccine is coming
 we will in time be saved 
 find meaning in reflection
 there’s small comfort in the rave 

Trivial

 
 Now when the world is mourning
 too many struck by that tiny particle
  
 Lives and more lives forever lost
 or living but damaged in the heart
  
 Perhaps any word scribblings
 mean little at this Covid time
  
 However, as was said in passing
 hurt is hurt, grieving is grieving
  
 In lieu of holding you
 or offering my sanitized hand
  
 Know your pain is shared
 I give soft velvet light
  
 As much as possible
 my spirit holds you tight