The times we live in haven’t changed.
Pandemics come and go, and have before.
A difference comes when we flee into fear
And soaring high
We find ourselves afraid to ever land.
Our fright and flight are loving spouses.
They’ve taken silent vows to never part.
Protective of the children and the home
And future too.
They cower in the corners of our minds.
We cannot screw our courage to the place.
We lack the strength to pull the crossbow taut.
So even when we seem to mount a charge
And hold our ground.
The arrow limply flutters on its course.