Spring Virus
Every winter March is the goal,
I have to say, it comes quicker as I age.
This year March not only held spring -
it had the opening day of baseball.
I must admit, the new rules of this
great game threatened to dampen my enthusiasm,
however, as usual, I was all in.
Then came the word:
baseball was postponed indefinitely.
So were weddings and meetings,
conventions and concerts.
Visits to mom and grandparents.
School was out, home was in.
This generation had not seen the likes of this.
Folks being paid not to work,
Friends show love by staying away,
Families are home and close as never before;
Therein is found the crux of it all:
Life is in fact precious;
man stopped the world to save lives.
So why does it take a pandemic to realize what really matters?
Because we're cogs in a complex machine,
that makes us run and follow,
To pursue something that is not distinct,
on a beltway not of our choosing.
People hope that things will get back to normal,
I hope all will agree,
normal hasn't been good in a long time, has it ever?
There must be more to this precious life than what we are seeing;
something lasting, meaningful...
We're going to be stronger and better after this,
yet will we still be part of the machine?
Maybe life is too short to figure it all out,
I mean life can't go on forever can it?
Maybe, just maybe, I've got something there...

                        
                        ©   Joseph James
                                 3/31/20
                                                    (Psalm 37: 29)