There is a very special place
that has no particular choice of race,
of color, creed or religious faith.
No sex or age discrimination
just a firm and solid determination
to invite you into the dancing hall
where beds are lined up against the wall
and nice people offer more than any
to make you feel like you’re in the Land of Plenty.
They hand out tickets, it’s become quite a task
and for a free invite they require no mask.
You’ll be greeted while observing sights not seen
since the last monster virus of 1918.
Upon this sterile and startling entry
of an experience not had in more than one full century
of people lying all around
and no one speaking as if no sound
Compassionate brave folk you they will take
all dressed up in their suits like that movie, Outbreak.
With just that eerie pulsation from multiple beepers
as the Doctors and Nurses move like seasoned beekeepers.
There’ll be lots of activity, a lot of comings and goings
of bodies on tables into directions of unknowing.
And in this place of circumstance
you’ll find you’ve drifted in a trance
wondering how we could have gotten here,
with so much precaution and so much fear.
Vulnerable souls, overwhelming reliance
Could’ve been quite, quite different,
Minus Man’s Fierce Defiance.
The Bells would be ringing with a much different ting
from the realms of the highest, we would once again sing
And raise up our voices in laughter and glee
And rejoice of love and all it can be.
But for now, it all will have to wait.
We first have to learn how to appreciate
All the riches that we’ve all been given,
Sprinkling down on us all from season to season.
We have to open our hearts, the only true way we see
How to walk through this life with humility.
We have to remember how our actions have costs,
all the pain we’ve inflicted-all the loved ones we’ve lost.
Until that moment when the light finds its way,
as we inch toward the future to a much better day.
By Kim Basinger