Thoughts from a Year Ago

March 26 2020
 1:00am

Who would’ve imagined the whole world 
Would be stopping to slow down.
What kind of luggage fee would that be?
Fighting back the fear that has always been inside of me
I think i hear the wolf crying at a new moon
Isolation, solitude,
pump up the que for our collective humanity 
To look up and see blue clean skies
Waters running clear
Birds frolicking in the air
Smog disappears
Life fighting to keep up a pace that was man made
Human maids, human brokers, 
human touch, a hug a memory
The extroverts now introverts
And most prisoners thought they were free, 
is this really happening to me?
Walls, oceans, continents matter not
Ports o call and last call are all rethunk
Hibernation at the start of spring
​is this a new novel thing?
The clock ticks on 
while the apps of tik and tok hold virtual everything
  The laughter raw and generations connected
Silent retreats are going on hiatus
While living room ashrams are being born from within
Who would’ve dreamt our ancestors knew so much
As they walked their walk 
knew when to plant, sleep, 
Rest and knew Not about their 23 and me
Yet, they are signalling us from way back then 
The echo’s just reached the canyon and
 bounced through the time space continuum
They say,
 “Let the hurts of your heart be not for not
Pick up the pieces slowly and be humbled by the simple delights
Of holding a hand, kissing a cheek, wiping away a tear, smelling the morning air,
Seeing the iris of your loved ones eyes, keeping it real and leaning into 
Your grief, let it hollow you out where the new roots can take hold. Your brokenness needed repair.  
Break free from the pattern and vow to the earth below your feet, witness to the mirrored one in front of you, to learn to live again and embrace the world as one again.”
Repack your luggage for a new way of being. 
Fly free, speak up, plant those trees, loose that smog, dance til the wee hours of morning
Make art, watch art, learn to appreciate the things you don’t understand, learn to speak a new language of possibility,  face the dread in your head, curve your mouth to kindness, recall the distance it takes to win the race. 

Amy Mayne Robinson ⓒ