Clamor

What I knew seems lost

amidst the clamor of lies

and social distancing.

 

How many nutcases there

must be for our president

to be considered seriously.

 

Tommy next door practicing

his clarinet, again off key

like life has become.

 

I fiddle away time as if

what’s happening now

isn’t the most important time

in the history of this planet.

 

If I look beyond the clamor,

I find a lot of noise

going in the same circles

as our planet and solar system.

 

Maybe life imitates nature.