I’ve been dreaming of oxen on the freeway
blocking my exit, making me late to the thing
I was going to, which I can’t go to anyway
because of the COVID.
I’ve been dreaming of sheep straying
from my brother’s flock. My brother in 2020
may not be aware he has sheep
and their return will be a surprise.
I plan on returning all the things I find
the sheep, the oxen, the wallets.
The local lost and found will get to
know me by sight.
Rest assured if your donkey wanders
into my neighborhood, I will do everything
in my power to make sure your ass
gets back where it belongs.
Can we all agree to do the same?
Can we acknowledge we’re in this together?
Finders keepers is so 2016-2020.
Let 2021 be the beginning of the us.
Before the world burns away.
Before the virus takes us all.
Before our dedication to ourself
makes us forget about everyone else.