“Attempt what is not certain.
Certainty may or may not come later.
It may then be a valuable delusion.”[Richard Diebenkorn]
A killer stalks the streets.
A terrifying situation
but familiar.
We’ve learned to respond to emergencies
fire
flood.
A pandemic isn’t that different
at first.
Weeks pass
terror morphs into
uncertainty.
What’s your level of comfort
in the face of
protracted
uncertainty?
How long can you live with the knowledge
a killer stalks the streets
everyday?
What sustains you
in this strange new age of
omnipresent fear?
Is it the awareness
certainty
is delusion?
