My family braved grocery shopping today! Everything was fine until it was time to go to Costco…
The lines at Costco are twisting
and pressing like a living creature
too big for the box it came in.
There is a line to enter the line
to tour the whole store, aisle-by-aisle
and wait to check out
to join the line to leave.
We are visiting a new kind of Disney World,
except the attractions are sticky conveyor belts
and sales on electronics.
Cinderella’s castle is a newly replenished
tower of paper towels.
When one person moves, we all move with them.
We are a school of fish; our motions
tug on each other.
We are connected in our need of tortilla chips
and baby wipes.
I can feel the invisible lines that connect us
even now, this far away.
Every so often people are tugging on them
and waiting for a tug back
We are still here, we are still here.
3 thoughts on “Day 3: Lines – a COVID-19 poem”
Hmm is anyone else encountering problems with the images on this blog loading? Iâ€™m trying to determine if its a problem on my end or if itâ€™s the blog. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Hi Ron, I haven’t seen that happen before but I will look into it! Fortunately the images I use are usually just to add interest to the page, so the content usually isn’t too affected without them.