The New Normal

The new normal is the weirdest game in town. If I was out there at all, I’d wear my mask all around. I have been sheltered in place since March, to the store twice. I have not seen my grandchildren, or thrown casino dice. The new normal is a division in my family incredibly wide. One not liking the USA dictator, another ignoring his dangerous stride. We are barely speaking, for the red and blue is tearing us apart. We have forgotten to be nice to each other, or kind in our heart. The new normal is seeing everyone on visual, working from homes. Being on Zoom and Google Meet, but having more time to write poems. Not seeing friends has given me extra time to work on my canvases too. I spend many hours choosing the right purples, pinks, yellows and blues. The new normal at first seemed weird to understand, but I opted for healthy. I have not been to a store in seven weeks, and my bank account is wealthy. I am paying down my house much faster than I ever expected with extra money. So this pandemic has had a few side benefits that for me have been kind of a honey.