Irrigation systems
stretch like skeletal wings sweeping over dried plots. Uneven ridges of dirt
sit expectantly, laden with hope for another year of nourishment and harvest.
They lie in wait, much like everything else in this time.
Somewhat
autonomously the world grows cleaner. Blown tires don't adorn interstate
shoulders and chip bags don't catch on the wire barriers. A dilapidated service
road now seems no less busy, no less welcome than the highways they pass under,
pocketed with rain water. Stranded travelers have become hardier, replacing
their own compromised equipment. Home-making skills reach a premium as
governments plead their citizens to remain behind lock and key. Pastures
overflow with helicopter weeds and birds that didn't use to be there. Gardens
are blossoming bountifully. Homes are inclined to grow closer in the forced
community. Many have lost jobs but instead fill the spaces with longer bedtime
stories. And hard nights budgeting under lamplight. Maybe even more jokes
around the dinner table- so that everybody can have something to smile about.
CEO's lay down their salaries and companies remember what's really important
when all is said and done- people. We're peering out into the frailty of global
society and finding that sometimes the superhero in our midst is the grocery
baggage boy who lives down the street. Or the nursing student who was pulled
straight out of academia into a crisis. A world on fire, yet the streets
remains quiet.
There was a line in
a Spiderman movie that said the whole point of wearing the mask is that in many
ways, it could've been anybody… Or everybody. "We are all Spiderman."
I think now more
than ever, we find this to be true.
One boy in
particular puts on his mask each time he starts his shift at the grocery store.
His sister does every time she hops in yet another blue and white wagon to
deliver mail. They are the pulse to a world in hibernation. Commercials do a
great job of conveying this.
It's hard to know
when this sleep will end, but I have faith that when it does, communities will
spring forth with ample dreams yet to become realities and the giddiness to not
let them stay that way. I have to have faith. Otherwise, what was any of it for?
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