Life Warp

Perusing the hardware store
(shops are limited these days)
nothing to tantalize the imagination
still, I browse, searching for normalcy.

Death loiters in aisle 9
taunts me with visions of life
once vibrant, now stolen
leers at me and I bolt

Grocery store holds more allure
ingredients to stir the appetite
the phantom stalks here too
leaves fingerprints on tin cans

The coffee shop has drinks to go
but the spectre follows, leers
schoolboy smug – I’m not sure
whether to laugh or cry

Unamused by the implications
and yet somehow reassured –
the humour doesn’t escape me –
warped this new norm.


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

23 thoughts on “Life Warp”

  1. I wouldn’t go to the store either, V.J. We had to take the cats into the vet for their shots and wellness check. The assistant came out to the car and got the cats and them brought them back when finished. The bank was drive-through only. I went to the grocery store and a young man sanitized my cart for me when I arrived. It wasn’t full of customers and it was pretty well stocked although I only went to the produce and dairy sections. Oh, and wine! Everyone was very polite but distant, as we should be.

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  2. Well, isn’t this a perfect reflection of how people think. One of our grocery stores have made the aisles one way only and have marked the floors so people will not stand too close to one another. We wear masks wherever we go. A sign of the times – yikes!

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  3. Certainly the new norm is warping our sense of security. 😦 I feel your journey into unknown dangers that lurk everywhere. By the way, what is the significance of aisle 9?

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