Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
I wrote a letter yesterday
To say
I could “not,”
Simply because
My body said “No, ”
And that was enough.
No worlds ended;
No feelings hurt,
This was me –vulnerable,
Back turned as I worked:
Erected and set boundaries,
To now rest
With peace
Beloved,
Wherever you are,
Wherever you go,
May you be guarded,
From miniscule forces
Of great resolve,
May your lungs expand and contract,
Steadily,
May the spirit of life,
Watch over you,
Of this I pray.
My body is a liability,
I am diminished in my capacity,
As a viral assault occurs outside my door,
I am isolated by my own vessel’s vulnerability,
A contagion of which I fear to be host,
Inside my domain I am safe
Safer,
With potential hazards in every touch,
On every surface,
This is psychosis inducing phobia
to remain in such a context,
And yet here we all are,
In our mutual panic rooms,
Or out in denial of the risk,
We are unwilling hosts in waiting,
all,
Distant,
shut in,
This is the new
Real.
Time it now seems to tick differently,
Though the hands nor numbers have changed,
It seems faster,
More pressing,
Each tock,
For the situation is more dire now,
As if we weren’t always evading the inevitable end,
As if death is only now an option,
We are afraid of this reminder,
For now it is constant,
Encroaching like this very plague,
On all aspects of our lives,
Waking in disbelief that this is reality,
Then try to move through the day that continues to age despite you,
And everything seems a pointless distraction from the fact that this is not normal,
This hovering of fear,
Fear of contagion,
Fear of loss,
Fear of the unknowns,
Of a world held hostage by this virus.
Isolate,
Don’t congregate,
Keep the spread under–
Control has never been had,
And that is our greatest fear,
That no grip will gain hold of this
Unleashed Pandemic,
My nails are long,
And strong,
Not brittle,
It is a sign of my health,
Of my body’s apt recovery,
From life
Artifacts from a broken self
Appear
From time to time,
And remind
How fragile are each moment
And the mind
She of Letters 