Surreal

Surreal

Our experience is so different than

New York

or

Louisiana

or

Italy

or

Spain.

Here in the Pacific Northwest, nestled between

California and Washington,

the reality feels different.

Our hospitals are prepared but not overflowing.

Yet.

Most of us stay in our homes, 

ordering necessities online,

while some defiantly gather and wander stores,

explaining that we are not

New York

or

Louisiana

or

Italy

or 

Spain.

But it lurks.  Waiting.  A microscopic enemy that

defies our best efforts to contain it.

Control it.

A virus that does not care about politics

or economic status or sick leave availability.

It traffics in 

ignorance and arrogance and chance

 and even loving touch.

And for the families of the dead.,

their aching hearts do not care that we are not

New York

Or 

Louisiana

Or 

Italy

Or 

Spain.

The pain transcends geography.  

Perhaps the message is that we are

New York

and

Louisiana

and

Italy 

and 

Spain.

We are the one people of the earth.

Our experience is common.

Our survival dependent on the other.