Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley

Energy.

Everyone’s energy is off.

Too much.

With nowhere to direct it.

Too little.

With no way to generate it.

Exploding.

In anxiety or anger.

Imploding.

In depression or paralysis.

Depleting.

In loneliness or listlessness.

All of us.

The question…

Is how do we get our energy

Back to a good place?

Once again

No roadmap unavailable

But we must.

We just do.