Google thinks you work at the hospital

The watchmen and the cleaning staff,
The windowed clerks and cashiers,
The nurses and compounder men –
They know you now and know you well.

“Again?” they ask. “Again,” you say.

But every repetition now
Diminishes the helplessness
And clears the way for gratitude:
Respecting efforts of the staff
And doctors and entrepreneurs
Who thrive in symbiotic hives
To save the lives of those you love.

The pain remains. Its fear remains.
The suffering from fear remains.
Remains as ashen urned remains,
Reminding you of what’s at stake.

But every repetition now
Diminishes the helplessness
And clears the way for readiness:
Prepared with calluses on hearts,
Prepared for what had overwhelmed,
Prepared with plans and backup plans
To weather quakes that rend your world.

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