We walk in place,
pace a fiction we place
upon ourselves. No collective
intended here, intentions
of isolation our recourse
when we have everywhere to go
and nowhere to accept us,
except as carriers of contagion,
contained out of necessity.
This poem is inspired by (Poet Girl Em) Emily’s Way.
Although she has been posting less often, Em always provides thought provoking poetry.
As one of the last states to do so, Missouri’s governor finally issued a statewide stay-at-home order, yesterday. Our city and county have been “stay-at-home” for more than a week, with “limited gatherings” in place before that. The governor had hesitated to issue a statewide order, instead relying on localities to better gauge the needs of their communities. An example of how well that was working could be found around Lake of the Ozarks, a resort area in mid-Missouri, where cities waited until 4 days ago to limit gatherings to no more than 10 people.
Today is Day 4 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month.
While this poem is off-prompt, but I’m sharing it at napowrimo.net.
Image source: morguefile.com
Fresh Air Walk During a Pandemic
There was rain that would not touch me,
followed by sunlight that surrounded me
but kept a respectful distance.
Even pollen seemed deferential.
Skirting the edge of the trail,
passing hikers offered a simple hello.
The birds treated it like any other day,
their distance a product of instinct,
mine a matter of discretion.
Cedar branches swayed in the breeze,
flinging leftover rain droplets,
a reminder that things could be normal again.
This is my poem for Day 2 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month.
It’s off-prompt, but I’m sharing it at napowrimo.net.
Also shared with Open Link Night #263 at dVerse Poets Pub.
The Fate of the Crown
The road we take will determine
the nature of this crown
that has been placed upon us,
the true worth of our mutual connections.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Crown #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.