Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
Bio Note: I am a writer based in Ames, Iowa, appreciating my apartment's west-facing windows during golden hour. Prior to moving to Ames, I lived in New York City, where I fell in love with farmers markets and public transportation. In addition to poetry, I write short fiction about Filipino Americans, family conflicts, climate change, and ruined dinners.
Sonnet Staying In
Resilience has a limit. To stay sequestered for so long invites indifference. After this, there is no after. You pray for this to pass. Stay inside this instant. There’s a wind blowing hard enough to twist every sentence to doubt. Who knows what’s right? What harm comes from believing in this crowned virus as monarch? The way we fight is by bedrest, comfort, home remedy if you’re privileged. No salvation if not. Your canceled milestone is a tragedy. But your favorite god or goddess has caught their destiny. After this, there is no after, only one direction to go.
Is it nice where you are?
Here, there is sunlight on the dewdrops glistening the leaves. Glitter hints the snap peas they’ll grow into end of spring. The wood porch is warm, and the seat a dream nap stretched out in a field. Unnamed birds wing their way, and sing in the branches of an old fir. There is nothing like it. Feast for every sense. In the evenings, all there is, is rest. Is it nice, where you are? Though I may pace the same carpeted square feet, lushness blooms from my vacuum tracks. Is it nice? Tell me it is nice where you are.
©2020 Caroliena Cabada
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