Prompt: clock | Word Count: 150 words exactly | Genre: flash fiction
May 12, 2020
Tick tock goes the clock, ever counting down the hours.
Hip hop goes the bunny, bopping through the flowers.
Unchanging things can steady us in this uncertain time.
Persistent patterns that remain as surely as clocks chime.
When things feel dire. When things are grey. Our days go on and on.
Yesterday so like today our confinement’s never done.
We wish that we would soon be free, our isolation through,
But worry that a loosening will make the waves renew.
I hope you all are holding on, and keeping yourselves safe.
Please try not to let these strictures hurt or cause unwanted chafe.
We’re living in uncharted times, and will look back on 2020,
Amidst the scarcity of masks and work, we’ll know the virus was aplenty.
So now’s the time to make the best of everything you’ve got.
Be grateful for what’s working and for lessons learnt and taught.
cecekay 