Rain on the Pond

I stood in the rain today, pond gazing
Watching drops bouncing off of the water…
Small drops, small bounces in perfect mirror of a rain drop
Imagined, as I do not see the drop speeding to its terminus
I just see the reaction…
Producing perfect little circles that spread quick
To intersect other circles, building and interfering
Creating a disturbance, that’s disturbing other disturbances
As if it is a world unto itself, that cares not if we watch
While it has its peacefulness shattered
With each and every drop, like tears that disturb
The peacefulness of this world and all that care
About it, and all that live within its boundaries
And suffer the disturbance of millions of drops
In a world that cannot recover it’s peace
Because it just keeps raining
While we watch

About this: Some have said that the deaths from the pandemic don’t matter much as they are mostly old people and those with pre-existing conditions, “they may have died sometime soon anyway, so it’s a tragedy but not the catastrophe that people are claiming”.  People die, it is true, but who are we to see this pandemic as something political?   I see every unneeded death is a catastrophe, and a disturbance to the peace of a family, a disturbance to the peace of the world, as every life intersects so many others, and it just keeps raining…. while we watch