Tea Entry #4: Virus Speaks

May 15th, 2025

Time of Day: Morning

Mused Under: Earl Grey

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As my tea brewed, I stepped outside, and touched some well-needed grass. 

It’s been waiting for me.

I left my shoes and connected with the earth. 

Damp from previous rain but so inviting. 

Goddess, it has been an embarrassingly long time. 

Please accept my apology in the form of company. 

Heard what I thought was an owl, but soon found it was a mourning dove.  

What a trickster. 

I’m starting to wonder if it was a messenger or a sign of some kind. 

I must tell you, I must tell someone. 

There was a film reel in my mind last night,  

or more accurately, early morning

It flashed memories behind my eyes and caused the grief to pour once again. 

So much that my Love heard me. 

Then a record player spinned and said, 

“I want to be able to go home”. 

But “home” has turned its sign to “just another apartment”. 

I am unwelcome, unwanted. 

I am a virus now that will contaminate the children.