March 13th, 2020,
the day the world turned upside down.
Looking through the TV at cities,
that became ghost towns.
At a time when the country was at its worst,
we all felt so scared that we could almost burst.
We celebrated Passover with our families remotely,
hoping to keep a healthy, safe family more than previously.
Then, summer settles in.
Finally, time to sleep in.
Blue skies and sunshine
refuse to resign.
But, with no school,
and no pool,
summer is not cool.
It’s just more fuel
to the invisible fire
that kills thousands a day
with no hope of a ceasefire.
And as fall comes around once again,
it becomes harder to find joy in the midst of such pain. School starts again,
but I can’t even see my friends.
It’s my senior year
But it’s far from normal
that much is clear.
Trees are changing color,
wind blows colder,
Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur
through a screen once more.
The months blur by in an electronic haze.
Now it’s December.
It has been ten long months,
and I can hardly remember
what normal really is
or if we can get our lives back anytime soon.
It seems to me that I only perked up
when I heard the news of a vaccine build-up.
It couldn’t have come at a better time.
Cold weather and dark nights lit up by more than just Hanukkah lights. The light at the end of the tunnel is finally within our sights. All we have to do
is hope for a miracle,
just like the Miracle of Lights.