Now...

Pondering the coronavirus pandemic through poetry.

Poem and photo by Marea Needle.

Now...
 Earth lumbers under us
 with our weight of nonchalance.
 The frail and frightened
 have fled, exiles
 from the bane that arrived
 with its nonchalance.
 Spaces spread outward
 and press in,
 stranding the living who
 mourn the dead.
 Our destiny for connection-
 Eclipsed
 Remember...
 First embraces of a new lover
 Memories kissing your eyes
 He plays an old guitar
 She sings a tender tune
 White explosions of
 Dogwoods bloom