As Berryman famously said, “ever to confess you are bored / means you have no / Inner Resources.” This period is stretching all of our inner resources, as it goes on and on. Here’s a short, powerful poem by Tracy K. Smith that should resonate.
The Everlasting Self
Comes in from a downpour
Shaking water in every direction —
A collaborative condition:
Gathered, shed, spread, then
Forgotten, reabsorbed. Like love
From a lifetime ago, and mud
A dog has tracked across the floor.
Tracy K. Smith
Wade in the Water (Graywolf Press, 2018)