April 11
So much I could do
So much I should do
So much I want to do
(I think)
But the isolation withdraws daily
From my motivation reserves
And the isolation deposits daily
Irrational scenarios into my thoughts
So instead of doing
I escape
Into books
Into films
Into television shows
Maybe soon I will adapt into the new normal
And complete all the awaiting projects
But maybe not.
April 12
Easter Weekend in quarantine
I spend time with my Jewish roots
Watching “Unorthodox” on Netflix
And a celebrity Seder on Facebook.
What is it about Easter that sends me away from Christianity?
Is it the violence of the Easter story?
(Not that Passover is without violence–especially that final plague)
A friend taught me this week about genetic memory
And this explanation makes sense
Friday and Saturday, my DNA craves connection to my forgotten Jewish roots
Sunday morning my upbringing draws me
To videos of Johnny Cash singing “Were You There”
And a reminder of what my Christian faith has given me.
I return to Whitman:
I contain multitudes.
