What if the proposed

 hush money had been put to

a different use earlier?

~

What possible use

could that money have been spent;

paying pandemic planners?

While the whole house sleeps

the only soul that’s stirring

finds his moment of quiet.

~

If you have pets, it’s

 just a moment; then nonstop

  pleas for attention begin.

Doing the right thing

often goes unrewarded

and sometimes gets ridiculed.

~

Yet there are always

those who find the strength to do

what’s right anyway.

Right now we’re focused

on hand sanitizers when

mouth sanitizers would help.

~

No antiseptic

can hope to contain the spread

of some fool’s noxious wind.

The new March Madness?

A basketball tournament

held in empty stadiums?

~

A long shot it was,

but sanity did return

and March Madness was dispelled.

When you finally

can catch a breath, remember

to savour the chance.

~

And in breathing deep,

remember that the labour

was, too, a thing to savour.

You’ll know burn-out when

a sudden separation

yields no feeling but relief.

~

Sometimes it’s just time

to book it and write a more

fulfilling chapter.

Where do we turn when

the tried and true go untried

or might not be true.

~

Use the tried and true,

but also go with your gut;

a layered defense is best.

Social distancing

slows the spread of viruses

but what about toxic thoughts?

~

Toxic thoughts can go

viral too through our unwise 

use of social media.

In your considered

opinion, how many Trumps

does it take to manage Mitch?

~

No one can manage

unmanageable egos…

even infinite Donalds.

Often fate steps in,

takes the reins, and drives us where

we would never choose to go.

~

Sometimes, it seems, fate

knows us better than we know

and provides us what we need.

What will this day bring –

good news or bad to those whose 

hope filled dreams are spiraling?

~

We can’t hope to judge

this day’s news, as good or ill,

’til time reveals the flavor.

Here we are, again;

clay… beneath the potter’s thumbs…

hope he ain’t makin’ ashtrays!

~

The quality of

the clay will have much to say

about what the potter makes.

It’s a family game,

fun for young and old alike,

cards against humanity.

~

A game that seeks to

make the unacceptable 

fun is liked by some.

How can we hear what

rings true when we’re bombarded

with incessant clamoring?

~

The truth will whisper,

with a steady insistence,

deep in compassionate breasts.

Finding replacements

for great egomaniacs

takes great consideration.

~

Egomaniacs

may be huge, but they’re not great. 

Let’s look for servant leaders.

No need to look far

for signs of polarity.

Just take a gander within.

~

You’re a silly goose;

trying to get in touch with

your hidden inner gander!

Things will fly apart

when the center does not hold.

It sucks to be the center.

~

The center’s the glue

that holds things together when

they’re about to fall apart.

When you get hopeful,

start preparing for the fall

just over the horizon.

~

By joining hope’s song

to awareness of what is,

was and could be, we prepare.