Anxiety mounts, almost unbearable.
Thousands dead, countries comparing.
Grocery store panic, record alcohol sales.
Who knew banana bread could blunt the fear?
Debt soars, almost unbearable.
Savings cashed, deficits bloated.
People suddenly know the word ‘furloughed.’
Who’s thinking about balloon payments to come?
Gratitude rolls in, almost unbearable.
Kids can still learn, we find food at the end of the lines.
People risk their essential lives for others.
Who would have thought that ‘breath’ would top the list?
Hope pokes through, almost unbearable.
Curves flattening, humans compassionate.
Spring promises hope.
Who knew that tender green buds in a pile of old leaves could make me cry?
It’s all, almost unbearable.
- Lisa Mitchell, April 21, 2020