Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
Victoria Crawford
tvcrawford1@gmail.com
Bio Note: Hunkering down in Chiang Mai, Thailand where stay-at-home has been in effect since the beginning of March was a difficult choice for us. But my husband and I decided to remain, as Thailand seemed much safer than New York. My poems have appeared in Haway Pacific Review, The Lyric, Poetry Pacific, and Cargo Lit. I call myself a kitchen table poet because I like to picture what is going on around me with snapshots of feelings.

Magical Thinking

Long held dream hunger
streams like starlight
on a solitary earth:

A room of my own
to read and write alone
explore words unknown

Fantasy of a forest retreat
beneath my feet nature’s path
to meet the hush of grace

An age of paradigm shift
imposes on borrowed time
of my old age, a viral stage

My room, my fate
my garden encircles while
at my gate, my son leaves groceries

Desired space to write 
lines laid down to isolate:
through glass, I see a wandering pink moon
©2020 Victoria Crawford
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