Gathering a Poem

Newly cut grass and citrus blossomsColor the trade wind’s breath. Mynas, cardinals, and twoSaffron finchesChatter into the breeze.Somewhere,Inside that zephyr,A poem floatsLike a gossamer veil.I hook it gently with my Bard’s pole,Cautious, lest the verses turn and...

The Essence

Today Existence Shrinks and swells, Looming or squeaking by, Depending on the mood. Existence Fills each cycle As the sun and moon Chase each other around the planet. The illusions of reasons for being Have been felled by a virus. The screens through which We have...

The Slime of Slugs

Covid-19 moves like a corpulent slug, Depositing eggs along an invisible slime trail. Odorless and colorless, the slug slides among us, leaving no detectable Evidence of its passage. I wish we could see its fuchsia scent, Taste its slimy tolling, Or touch its...

Prevention Lapse

Don’t touch, don’t touch Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch! Wipe it down, wipe it down, Wipe it down, wipe it down, wipe it down! There – could – be – virus – anywhere. . . Shelter at home, shelter at home, Touch no one. Be touched by nothing except this Profound...