And I in deep repose
Enjoy the gentlest of scenes
Bask in this moment of succulent nothings
Not so stealthy as a virus
But with a smothering effect
Which would someday seem
Not so unfamiliar
A dis-ease
From which none are immune
And all are infected
Rosy sky
Pastel remnants
Of celestial fire
River echoes
Light and land and life
Fuels reflective fire
Until I
Understood
Everything
Is glory
Oxbows and diversions
Rapids and reservoirs
Confined by circumstances
Wide and shallow
Narrow and deep
Always flowing toward the light
Golden warmth which fills my heart
Reflecting on the amber stream
Frees my heart
Like a lover’s kiss
Spirit’s favourite playground
The kinship felt by being close
Without touching
Even among strangers
It’s strange to live day after day
Without the physical nearness
Of another human being
Fucking virus
One tree in a forest
One stone on a beach
One face in a crowd
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