This Is What Happens

This is what happens when you spill tea on your keyboard.

Your keys stick and you can’t get the action from them you used to.

Suddenly wat you knew when you hit the little keys and they bounced back at you

is gone

Because the sticky tea you tried to wipe up quickly and let air dry is somehow in the little cracks and grooves of this machine that was a buddy, a pal, a confidant who was there reliably every time.

Suddenly, things don’t work as well as they once did.

They stick.

They mess up and it all seems to go wrong.

It doesn’t turn out the way you wanted.

So you pound on the keys and try to wipe them down with the most gentle cleaner you can find, crossing your fingers you don’t do something you’re not supposed to do and suddenly you have a paperweight.

Do those even exist anymore?

So now, as I type this and try to get my keys to bounce back at me and let the misspelling happen while the program automatically spellchecks my words and changes them for me…

“NO computer, it wasn’t vociferous I was trying to spell. Why would I even type that?”

… I knock against my keys like Ringo Starr being “Atouk”, “Macha! Macha! Macha!”

This is why I can’t have nice things.

I Want To See It

I want to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

I want to walk around it’s white marble and leaning arches and pretend like I’m holding it up with one hand. 

I want to see the Eiffel Tower.

I want to ride the elevator up and up and up into the sky while watching the City Of Light become smaller as I rise.

I want to see the Roman Colosseum. 

I want to walk where people once gathered to watch the spectacle of combat and imagine the Naumachiawhere the Colosseum would be flooded and naval battles held. 

I want to swim in the cerulean waters of Santorini

I want to feel the cool waters all around me and watch the white and blue and pink palette of colors on the buildings bob onshore. 

I want to see the world. 

Hear its natural sounds in the jungles and mountains. Hear the sound of a toucan call, an elephant in the distance, the crack of a glacier. 

I want to eat in cafés. 

I want to look at a menu and not know what any of it means. Then order something and enjoy the new flavors and aromas and leave not knowing what I even ate. 

I want to meet new people. 

I want to walk down a new street looking for, nothing. Then meet a local who can point me in the right direction. 

I want to learn new words. 

Food words. Swear words. Words that I can use. Some I probably shouldn’t. Words to describe the sunset. Words to say Hello/Goodbye/Thank you for letting me visit. 

I want to do all of these and more. 

But what I want to see the most, right now, is for all of us to remember to take care of each other.

To Stay Home.

             Wash our hands.

                  Wear a mask.

                     Stay 6 feet apart.

Until this, all of this, gets better. So we can see it all together.