There’s a stark feeling of scarcity in the air these days.
Not enough masks or PPE.
Not enough hospital beds or ventilators.
Not enough tests.
Not enough toilet paper.
Not enough time slots for grocery pick up.
Not enough competence in our current leader.

I concentrate. Turn on NPR. Scroll through my newsfeed. Open news article after news article. The John Hopkins coronavirus map. Day by Day. The pieces forming, coming together. So far still to go. Social Distancing our framing. Boundaries created. A world in turmoil. The picture, blurry in my mind. Waiting for completion.

I have never: cleaned, washed, pruned, planted, and painted so much all in the confines of my yard and house.
I now know my neighborhood, like never before.
The Jones, with their quaint cottage,
Old Man Rogers, his place no more,
The Stantons, what a mess,

In India, when the whole country was put into lockdown, an ambulance was not able to pass through our village, because we were so afraid someone would open the doors and we would be infected.