Poem: Unimaginable

Trying times
Long stretches of boredom
Punctuated by
Moments of jaw drop

My heart runs deeper
Deeper than I ever imagined

The profane becomes sacred
The regular turns unusual
The run-of-the mill becomes
Royalty

In a world swept by pandemic
Where our flaws are revealed
And our wounds and scars
Ripped wide open
To the world

I sit
Alone by my table
And ponder

All I can do is ponder

Then talk

I need to talk to somebody

To be human
Is to be with others
To be one with nature
To live, to breathe
To think
To communicate

Here we are . . .

~ Gunnar Våken