Obsessing on the small things

I am humbled by how easy it’s become

To mourn the small things;

To obsess on minor losses and ignore

The greater impact of this sickness

On the peoples of the world.

Don’t read the news, our friends advise:

To keep your spirits up find ways to laugh,

But then the larger picture seeps in anyway.

Hearts sinking, we lie awake in the wee hours,

Wondering how and if the world will ever recover;

So much easier to obsess on the small things.