Things ain’t working right, but I guess I’ll just keep going.
Then the blue screen appears, always a near fatal warning.
Reboot and start again, the end of operational subprime.
System defragged, outlook restored, maybe just in time?
What’s ahead, a brand new value matrix, a shift of society?
Rebalanced on a new set of scales, new sense of proprietary?
Much valued friends, resources, the cessation of all greed?
Respect for things you hold dear, things you actually need?
Air that you can breathe again and key services that perform.
Work patterns changed, new life, from a technological storm.
New dedication to loved ones and the rock that is friendship.
But not without bitter loss and definitely not without hardship.
A biblical plague of locusts descending on supermarket fare.
A now defunct minority, exposed for their lack of social care.
The loss of precious life, seeds for the storm flower to grow.
The lasting legacy of unilateral strife, pain we will all know.
I am living in a reboot and I’m taking time to look around.
Seeing good things and bad things, they all feel more profound.
And as the blue screen flickers into life, a sense of normality.
I hope, with all that’s in me, this will be a much better reality.
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Image credit: A glass sculpture entitled Coronavirus - Covid-19 created by British artist Luke Jerram is seen at his studio in Bristol, southwest of England. Jerram created this glass sculpture in tribute to the huge global scientific and medical effort to combat the pandemic. Made in glass, at 23cm in diameter, it is one million times larger than the actual virus. Photo: AFP