So much sadness in the world. People dying alone, or on their cell phone, through a hospital window saying goodbye to a loved one. Or not saying goodbye from a bed in the projects, or a castle on the rock, like Mont San Michel. Too much misery.
The tsunami was coming our way. But who would have thought what happened in Italy could come here. Puzzling they had such a first class health system, but people were chosen to live or die like a basket of apples, the rotten ones were thrown out. We were better than this, or so we thought. For it came to our doorstep and the Big Apple held on as long as possible but it was too late. Crash! Beds full to the brim and nurses and aides and doctors rushed to the rescue, in Louisiana and other places where people of color became the main victims of their own poverty. No health education or welfare. Horrific and swept under the rug, dead bodies left to rot in a truck at a mortuary, in Brooklyn. Hard to believe.
Some people say it’s a hoax.
Everything put on hold, at the center of the press and pushed out the arrest for the lynching two months ago of Ahmaud Arbery, out for a jog in his hometown in the middle of the day shot and killed in cold blood, by a man and son with links to the local sheriff. How are black to live day to day without putting up a guard. Impossible. Injust. But no one cares about the black boys whose lives are ruined, since the day they set foot on this soil.
More law issues permeate the news as our corrupt government frees a lying accomplice to a crime flirting with the Russians. What does it matter?
There is a silver lining to all of this madness. Some have never been so happy in their everyday productive lives. The skies are clear, the roads are empty. But people are unemployed. The worst since 1939.
What will happen now that we are flattening the curve? Hospitalizations decline, even though the deaths continue to fluctuate, and the cases rise. We don’t know who’s infected. We treat others like banshees as we cross their paths. All we can do is say “Hi!”
What will tomorrow bring?