Life Is Construction

a poem

Life is construction. We are inventing new geometries, Unimagined architecture, Scaffolding for the future. We build new rooms where this moment, this crisis will perish trammeled under the marching feet of time — though its ghosts will roam and haunt, reminding us at odd times (an unpleasant surprise), of the dark corners in the houses of now of feeling hunted, alone and afraid, struggling to reconcile an unpredictable, deadly foe with the beauty of an early spring.

One day, in the distant safety of Afterward the demons that tortured our nightmares, uneasy visions of what would come of it all, will be robbed of their power and sting by the dogged persistence of Life Goes On, and nestled into the protective shelter of our New Normal we will sleep once more with quiet hearts.