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 viewed our lives
Are wiped clean,
Undifferentiated by those
Illusory deadlines
We’ve held dear.
There remains only
Essential existence
For our contemplation.
