Soul Rights or Robot Lives

in everything we say-

in everything we do-

we declare who we are

and who we choose to be

based on our decisions-

our inherent soul rights

to live with dignity-

equality- respect-

a species evolving

both human and divine-

or lives devoid of love

and peace and joy and caring-

robot lives ruled by robots-

what others want us to be-

when we think we have no choice-

mere pawns of our destiny-

our fate- our luck- our will

denied power to be free-

our lives lived slavishly

for what others want us to be

(December 10, 2020-

Shelley Wilson)

Shopping For Groceries 2000

After I posted Shopping For Groceries 2020 (a journal entry), I was asked to share my poem written in August 2000 for comparison. The latter was inspired by a customer experience at the same store but the atmosphere and mood are completely different as you’ll see if you care to read it. In this one I also express a flight of imagination mixed with memories of a past life and a mystical insight into what is beyond our ordinary vision of common things. Believe it or not as you wish with my best wishes for all. I only wish I’d had this experience in 2020 to share. Sigh.

Shopping For Groceries 2020 Journal Entry Dec 4

Shopping For Groceries 2020 is a completely different piece of my writing than that of my poem Shopping For Groceries at the same store actually done some years ago. I wrote my experience with honesty and no exaggeration or imaginative wanderings. Alas! But eventually this too shall pass. Lemons do make great lemonade.

Shopping For Groceries 2020

Shopping For Groceries 2020
A Journal Entry December 4
world virus total weight less than a business card
believers and non-believers sick and dying
a prayer and a drive to the grocery store
masks wait in a spaced long line of silence
some masks can enter when other masks leave
sanitized hands push sanitized carts
arrows point on floors keep moving keep moving
no time to consider compare ask for service
impatient masks behind and slow carts ahead
aisles narrowed divided claustrophobic
forget that forgotten thing on an aisle before
mustn’t turn back masks get mad
(so much mad anger and angry madness about
but often kindness and caring too)
just follow the line and move on
do the whole store tour tired late disabled or not
to get that thing on the list somewhere somewhere
now the checkout lines begin with choice
diy self serve checkouts reduced paid labour
or the line to cashiers up against a wall
packed tight and clearly screened as everyone’s air
circulates beside above behind around
awkward emptying of big cart sideways
in front of cashier’s short till space
no room left to bag stuff still not scanned
cashier exits safety screen with handscan gun
purchase accepted with magic numbers whew
long receipt folded and a friendly smile
out the door at last a deep sigh
almost free to breathe again unmasked
stirred memories of a pet rodent maze
sight of an even longer line of masks outside
masks waiting to enter grocery store reality show
car trunk carefully packed with gratitude
returning cart a mask says you’re not in line
(breaking rules jumping ahead inconsiderate)
my mask replies No I’ve already been through the maze
I survived the customer experience
grateful to be alive just grateful to be alive
shopping for groceries 2020

(Shelley Wilson)

Snowfall*

Walking home alone on a snowy Winter night,

I am filled with wonder passing each street light.

Here the Snow descends as crystal sparkles

that fill me with delight.

In Snowfall’s quiet sound I hear the Snowflakes

softly sing together coming down.

They kiss my hair and cheeks.

I feel a peaceful comfort.

The Town has gone to sleep.

There’s no one else around but I don’t feel alone

for I am kissed by Snowflakes as I walk

in silent peace and wonder to my home.

(written from a lasting memory-

Shelley Wilson- December 2, 2020)