Idyllic setting
Empty seats
New normals
Under development
Tag: pandemic
Train Wreck
Train wreck of a year
Called Twenty Twenty One ends
Twenty Twenty Two
Too?
Emptiness
Of all the hardships
Created by the pandemic
It was the emptiness
Of time and space
Which nearly did him in
Created by the pandemic
It was the emptiness
Of time and space
Which nearly did him in
The connectionless void
In which the bump of elbows
Became an act of intimacy
Which made a smile detectable
Only by a gesture of the eyes
In which the bump of elbows
Became an act of intimacy
Which made a smile detectable
Only by a gesture of the eyes
So he filled the emptiness
With the one thing left to him
With the one thing left to him
Love
Love not for one or many
Nor even for himself
But for the pure delight
Of existence
Nor even for himself
But for the pure delight
Of existence
And that is how he learned
The true nature of
The true nature of
Love
The Turn that is not Return
The world begins
To turn again
No longer still
Though somnolent, still
To turn again
No longer still
Though somnolent, still
The long exhale
Following the deep, deep breath
The moment which moves
Between the change
And knowing
There is no going
back
Small in a Time of Grand
Missing small moments
In crowded worlds of being
Isolated times
In crowded worlds of being
Isolated times
Dimming Light
The light which skylight glass admits
Be grey and dour as such the day commits
While just as dim our life in quarantine submits
Then random seem the ones for whom disease remits
Be grey and dour as such the day commits
While just as dim our life in quarantine submits
Then random seem the ones for whom disease remits
Their darkest hour
To bed confined
For none the power
To stall the march of death’s decline
And so alone
Souls pass away
While not a hand
Is offered they
But latex glove
The touch at end of earthly stay
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