Balance

In lockdown and recovering from a nasty case of Coronavirus, I have decided to write a short poem and a question for myself each day for the next 30 days. The idea is I don't have any ideas and see what appears from the ethers instead.

Nature balances

our actions. Demonstrates how

we choke as she chokes

Who leads me on my path?

The butcher?

The baker?

The policy maker?

Who do I want to lead me?

Who stands behind me in the crowd that

cheers me on?