Indian Journal of Medical Ethics

CREATIVE SPACE

Pandemic haiku

James Dwyer

DOI:10.20529/IJME.2020.044

As a small spiritual practice, I write one haiku every day. I don’t try to imitate classical Japanese haiku, with 17 syllables, a word that divides the poem, and a word that indicates the season. But I do use this practice to cultivate a Zen spirit: mindfulness of the moment, responsiveness to the concrete situation, and a sense of the impermanence of life. Because the Covid-19 pandemic requires those qualities – and a lot more – I kept up my practice during the pandemic.

My situation is both privileged and disadvantaged. I’m privileged to be a faculty member at a medical university in a high-income country, and to do ethics consults at a university hospital that is equipped and staffed relatively well. But I am disadvantaged to live in a country that is not well-governed, with a health care system that is unjust, and some politicians who lie without shame and dismiss expert advice. Both the privileges and the disadvantages work to condition the perspective from which I write.

But I discovered that I don’t write from one perspective. Like many people, I have several perspectives because I have several roles. I am a human being in various relationships with other human beings. I am a citizen in a flawed democracy. I am an ethics teacher and consultant. And I am a biological organism, vulnerable to pathogens, with thoughts about how this might end. Here are a few haiku, grouped under these roles:

Human being

warm wood stove

a conversation

we need to have


almost spring

we walk together

two metres apart


dead quiet

accrues new meaning –

I check on neighbours


unclaimed

packages in the lobby

bodies in the hospital


Citizen

snow falling

up and sideways –

tweets too


still open

hospitals, groceries,

liquor stores


pandemic shopper

cart overfull

heart empty


1. Wash your hands.

2. Stay two metres apart.

3. Ignore Trump.


welcome sight:

hospital tents

in Central Park


Ethics teacher and consultant

the system reminds me

that grades are late –

I remind it …


still-dark morning –

walk to the hospital with

equanimity


ear-loop mask –

a piece of blue litter

on the wet street


hospital parking

a refrigerated truck

for bodies


treat people equally:

give them an equal chance

to grow old


How this might end

need to allocate

ventilators

not kindness


Say it now:

If we don’t

make it …


tell me

I got it from a patient

not a doorknob


Competing interests and funding support: None