In a disorderly
world
of hate
and racism
and hopeless
selfishness
shutdown
by a deadly virus
and reopened
too soon
because of the
economy
(people be
damned),
I’m drawn to
the neat lines
of my planner
where I make lists
of the things
adding joy
to small
moments
stretched
across
these long
days
in places
where
I used to write
appointments
and meetings
and activities
on a schedule
I will never follow.