Pandemic Sanctuary

The cycle in the heavens above twirls on,
Its resident constellations dance to the same routine,
And the moon still sways in step with the sun,
Remnants of a time before this never ending storm.

Far below,
the autumn leaves weep raindrops that mimick sorrow.
And the soils are drenched in unnumbered tears,
Man, lamenting his glorious mistakes,
And loved ones wading a tidal wave of grief.

In such times, we seek our centre
Our place of zen
We unzip that secret pocket
And pinch a little happiness from within
Tiny joys kept for rainy days

So here I am, in these times of turmoil,
A fantasy book in hand,
Cool beverage on the sand,
And the soothing rustle of tree branches above.
The eye in this storm,
Where my happiness dwells.

© judeitakali

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This storm is long, but it will pass.
What is your happy place?

I go to Hobbiton in my dreams. One day, it will be for real.

It’s the last day to get involved in this week’s Saturday Symphony;
Eye of the storm

Flower photo by, Amy Rose photography