In honor of #NaPoWriMo, this site offers a poem a day throughout April.
A virus with many variants feels like being trapped inside a web. This isolation-inspired poem from last year is based off an museum artifact.
Lone night heron in war-like labor. Losing balance
during the task. Carrying the weight of what the
virus asks. Finding prosperity for the family. Going to work and
risking it all, or going hungry...but don't fall and don't fail,
no matter how frail. Telework
and fight like hell. Kick and scream, but
live the dream in your wartime scene. Carry the babies
on your back if you must, just
Trust in God.
It's painted on the money, but isn't funny we
rarely touch the stuff right now.
We can't even use it to
Wipe right now
because some tricksters really
made a mockery of our economy
and our sanity in this
Calamity we call 2020. Hunt with agility,
flip it on its side and
ride the river
on two weasels
and find the light like Bennu
Collect secrets, wear
hold weapons (if they ask) because we all
must multitask to blast this virus
back to space
without a trace
with our swords in hand.
"Leave with haste, Ancient Onibi!
Go away from
what we hold dear
Go! Go! Back from whenst you came!
Poem by Margaret Viboolsittiseri, 2020
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