COVID POEM #1

          STILL
    (Upon Awakening)

Magic will not save us.

Still
when you dream 
you’re in Vegas 
with your ex
doesn’t that mean 
life’s a gamble?

Still
as long as birds sing
outside your window
upon awakening

and your eBay search
for framed cat prints
still arrives in your inbox

and your alarm still
gently reminds you (of
something you may have forgotten)

doesn’t that mean
your best work
is yet to be done?

Hoard all you want.

What is essential is
still
out there.
in here