As fast and far as you can
before laying flat
On the sand. As certain
As it is possible to be.
Tomorrow and yesterday
Are same as today.
Like the bird in the clock
On the hour you’re loved
On the half you are not.
Wishing to live in a
World I created.
Imagining it was
Not life in the
Time of cholera.

poem RLB 3/2020
image MM 3/2020 (best coronavirus pic around LOL)