I wrote. I painted.
I baked and I cooked.
But there seems to be no end in sight.
I have looked and looked.
My spirits are low,
I have run out of oil.
I have been sitting at home.
Yet it feels like toil.
I can see how my friends suffer,
I can see how the world fights,
I try to deal, I try to be calm.
I focus on tiny delights.
A star-shaped cookie,
An interesting read,
Learn a new language,
Do a good deed.
I am one of the lucky ones.
I have time to take care of me.
I don’t have chores, or work,
or lives to save.
I don’t even have to buy grocery.
I am lucky, I tell my myself.
I am grateful for all that I have.
I have time to pray for the world to get better.
I have time. I am lucky. I must keep it together.
