The Smell of Burned Rice, or the Great Containment, Day 4.
I burned rice this morning, both a failure and success.
I wasn't trying to start a fire. But I burned it nonetheless.
I guess I was successful, because I saw the smoke,
And ran into the kitchen and caught a little in my throat.
But I failed in paying attention, to the food upon the stove
And I lost myself in musing of this world and this new role
Of being an observer, to the life outside these walls,
And trying to find purpose when I'm feeling kinda small
This virus is quite frightening, and might engulf the day
So we must protect the weakest, each one in our own way
And listen to the leaders, some brave and some true
And try to stay the **** inside, each one, us we and you
To help preserve the knowledge, and the love in elder form
And make safe life priority and kindness a new norm
Rushing I stilled the fire. And I scooped out the mess
And I tried to keep them quiet but the tears were in my chest
And they came before I knew it, and grew larger and broke free
And I tried to stop them flowing but they gathered and then streamed
Down past my cheeks to water, my beard and all that means
And release some of the tension of my spirit in between
These moments of contentment and the moments of despair
And the moments of conviction and the moments of repair
Then I thought the others know this, we're all here at this same time
And share experience together, what a time to be alive
We are forever linked everyone on earth at present
Will not forget these feelings or the sounds at this moment,
Realized by everyone of us, in this time upon our world
And we are all the same right now, woman, man, boy and girl
So I smiled as felt vibrations, empathy from far and wide,
Encompassed my whole being, true love will never hide
We will renew our purpose, and choose a better path
And move forward with new vision, and we will make it last.
And I scoured out the burned pot, and put thoughts of rice to bed
And cooked a pot of chili, and ate that for lunch instead.