Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
Bio Note: In order to support my poetry and theatre habits, I work in healthcare in southeastern Wisconsin. While my best creation would have to be my son, I have been lucky enough to have work appear in print, online and on stage. The world needs more poetry!
Past As Water
Would that I could travel backward in time by standing at pool’s edge, my back to the water, leaning until gravity takes me, weightless flutter in my belly, sudden slap of the surface, then total immersion as the water, the past, accepts me closes over me, distances me from the present. Sound comes from miles away so that the clamor of politics and pandemic are lost in a present I no longer inhabit. I breathe memories for air until my love calls me back up and I remember the importance of now.
The Reset Button
Movement catches my eye, gray squirrels in the yard chasing, playing, sparring, dancing up and down and around the trees, constant celebratory birdsong, deer gathering in larger numbers to graze the empty cornfields. What is pandemic to nature but a glimpse at what used to be, what could be if there is no return to mankind-defined normal. What then for us but clearer water and cleaner air? What then but appreciation of touch? What then but a lesson to be learned or squandered? What is pandemic to us? Man’s folly. God’s reset.
Walking Through Pandemia
I. I take my morning walk and imagine I look like a drunk or a child or an employee of the Ministry of Silly Walks, picking my way, and I think if the virus doesn’t get us these earthworms will as they do not practice safer at home tactics but, in the end, disallowing cremation, isn’t that what happens, no malice aforethought? II. Now I am deemed essential and also do not stay home, but wrestle with the guilt of a lifetime wishing for importance and now regretting I have it, when I am lucky enough to draw a paycheck, and I hope Karma does not take a second look. Sort of.
©2020 Sara Sarna
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