I used to be a poet –
words would arrive unbidden
(not one for the funny side
though occasionally funny)
now the world of grim
has caught me in
what seems
like
a frantic, who knows how long, game of chase.
Time past wasn’t always…even often
kind though I knew it was a possibility, now
when I’m aware of tremendous acts of charity
and kindness, expected and unexpected
now when I turn to words to thank,
to care,
to share,
even to warn
in the face of something terrifyingly
unthinking, unreasoning,strong, virile…and
seemingly inevitable…
…now when I see poetry all around
in Spring, doing its thing
in people going beyond and above
on the radio each day to uplift
I
am empty and bow to word less
power of Covid.
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