Surrounded upon all sides

by a mountain of inspiration

I could ever wish for,

and yet here I sit behind

a lock down home, scared

to take a peek, occasionally

being brave to see what’s happening,

the peep hole giving a glimpse of

what is normal.

Normal, nothing

had better be considered

as normal again, not by their standards,

not in our lifetime, not in the next,

because all is out of control,

this delirium, this sense of collective

desire to consume, too eager to dismiss

the information our gut is imploring

us to notice…

and yet we consume,

yet we consume

even when there is nothing

we consume…

even from behind

my peephole,

I can see that’s not normal.

Ian D. Hall 2020