Thursday, May 20, 2021

PANDEMIC POEM

Twelve full moons
Twelve new moons
Four seasons 
One orbit around the sun
500,000 souls lost 
to the “undiscovered country”

Solitude found for:
questioning what was
reflection on what will be—
our world, our selves

No going back

And America still waiting 
to be discovered
to be recovered
from a pandemic

in ignorance of Logos