Come home to Feng shui -- a sonnet

I'm living in a teepee with my dog and an owl,

I'm defrosting the freezer back to 2015,

I'm burying my youth with a silver trowel

Changing my favorite color to green.

I'm taking charge of my space now,

Moving my bed to face west.

I'm removing the barcode from my brow,

Changing my password, you know the rest.

We're all on our own to find how this works

But there is always hope at the end of the day.

Take some time off from suffering jerks,

Seek refuge in balance, come home to Feng shui.

Place a flower in the east -- fantastic!

And the five core elements do not include plastic.

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Reflection on writing this poem:

This was not an easy poem to write, though it might give that impression. It started out with an honest searching of my soul to see if I had it in me to address my feeling of being lost at sea. I've had my vaccines. (I was 90% sure that was the right decision but, truthfully, I would have preferred to keep Pfizer out of my life. It was a side effect of one of their medications that caused my 80-year-old father to randomly fall unconscious, seriously hurting himself more than once. ) . . . In the ideal world I would have preferred to sit out Covid as a recluse in some secluded misty mountain valley. I'm 70, and I'm entering a phase of being rather sick and tired of everything. I guess you might say I am suffering from a case of world-weariness. So anyway, this poem about Feng shui was my way of focusing on second best since that fantasy of spiritual retreat is just that -- pure fantasy. Feng shui is very real and seems to offer a solution to existential drift.

(Article changed on Apr 30, 2021 at 12:10 PM EDT)