The brakes were engaged without ever once touching the brake pedal. Saddled with a mysterious, unseen bug that if caught could kill me.

March began the canceling of all things near and dear,
making it clear, I was no longer stronger than an unseen bug
that could be transmitted by the closest I loved.

So a two- year process culminating in a graduation, a personal life long goal
of achieving something chased by not caught - canceled.

Two grandsons high school commencement celebrations, canceled, such a sad
commentary on the celebrations of life subverted by an unseen bug.

Hospice volunteers sitting on the sidelines as homebound and nursing home resident
talk through the windowpane, touching canceled.

Summetime music festivals, county fairs, neighborhood bar-b-ques - canceled as
lingering effects even stopped the nations jets keeping people locked at home
with signs - STAY AWAY.

The over the top - church stopped, no room, just zoom, praying into a
vast space - not feeling attached to the human race.

Canceled, the new norm - the perfect storm, the bug unseen,
just makes me want to scream I am not going to be canceled anymore!