Ban it

So I’m praying
I’m begging
I’m beseeching.

I’m hoping
I’m craving
I’m asking
the gods.

We cannot
take it.
It’s gone on too
long.

I’ve a canvas
I’m making.
A painting
to offer.

It’s all I can
sacrifice.
It’s all that
I have.

I’m praying
for Christmas
not lonely,
not alone,
not separate
but fair.

Ode to hoping Covid doesn’t interrupt Xmas this year. Enough already!
No more conflicting instructions from up high