You Are Not Meditating
You are not meditating
You’re not reading
the classics.
not practicing
barre cords on the guitar,
not brushing up
on your French.
You’re just hanging on,
for dear life
by your fingernails.
You’re trying.
Trying
not to eat too much chocolate,
not to snap at your kids,
not to drink too much,
not to cry when you think of
what you’re missing,
or whom.
You are doing
the best you can.
You shower. You work.
You cook, you eat.
You sleep, badly,
and get up in the morning
and do it all over again.
Sometimes, you walk outside
and are astonished
that it is spring.
Sometimes, you breathe
a little deeper
and imagine a life
after this ends.
Sometimes you stop
beating yourself up
for not doing quarantine
the right way.
Published in Thought for Food, 2020
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2020
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