2021

She came in storming, stomping and she shook us. Some did not feel her tremors or terror until their houses burned to the ground. She fed diseased bats, and she started a pandemic. We did not understand it until March or so. We thought if she was forcing us to shut down, we would. We sheltered in place gladly the first week or so. By the end of the month, we were storming and stomping ourselves. She laughed at the power she had over us. She reveled in it. In the US we were settling down a bit when she decided to become a dragon. She blew fire making half the states red, and half blue. There was no purple; it was sisters against sisters, brothers against brothers. By now her pandemic has murdered millions of people worldwide. She is dressed in purple and orange, dancing her way across the sky. Burning, slashing, crucifying. We are bowing down at her power. Deferring to her, not gladly, but because she is all-powerful. We are praying her successor will be a bit more kind with us.