Note: This poem is from the collection Thoughts In A Pandemic, available on Amazon.
Running and saving
This is all which can
Be done.
The saving of time
And lives and money
All as tears of frustration come
As sunrises do.
Running and saving,
This is all which can be done.
There are still those whom
Are alive, who from Reapers,
And light that call or reach—-
Always reaching, always needing
Not sure tomorrow is here or done.
Saving masks,
Reusing of what was disposable
Because those whom have never
Tasted fire, know to cover
Your face to keep tears at bay
From smoke.
We are all running and saving,
That is all which can be done.
-Jennifer Bush-Harris, March 2020
I Breathe Fire 