100
I'm going to write 100 poems in 100 days
because Suleika Jaoad said to try doing 100 creative acts
to counteract the isolation of the in-between and
the uncertainty of liminal living
(also because poems can be short and
still be done.)
On patience
If there is something we have learned from the pandemic it's patience. This is a different kind of patience than the kind we summon in a traffic jam, or in a long line at the grocery store, or in waiting rooms, or when you're stuck on hold. That petty patience is daily, perfunctory, run-of-the-mill patience. The patience of fulfilling immediate needs. Sort of a small-scale, micro-level patience. This new patience, pandemic patience, is the type that is required to deal with the inevitable and the unknown. More in line with glacial, geologic time than the hurry of appointments and errands and alarm clocks. The new patience exists in a dark hallway. All you can see is as far in front of you as your flashlight can illuminate. You don't know how long the hallway is. But the only way to find the end is to keep moving forward. Sometimes the hallway seems to double back on itself, like a maze - haven't I seen this landmark before? Did we make a wrong tun and backtrack somewh...
Waiting!!
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