Rebecca Tolin, USA
photo credit: Monique Feil Photography
And it was this pandemic at this point
in history when the world was mad
and people had forgotten how to be
with themselves and those who they loved
that the virus ran rampant. It spread
across the planet without mercy or reason.
It took what it wanted of the vulnerable
and weary. Politicians, pulpits and pills
could not save them. The virus showed
the only way out was in. The antidote was
to be with loved ones or just with yourself.
It called them to stop running from feelings
of anger and grief. There was nowhere to run.
There were tears, poems, songs and pleas.
There were seeds planted with humility.
Each meal mattered. Each touch a prayer.
People saw all colors of all skin in all lands
are the same to the virus. They awoke to
the privilege of books, bikes, trees
and parks, the simple joys of being alive.
Streets cleared, skies cleared, minds cleared.
Hearts slowed to the sounds of soft, still earth.
For the first time in a long time, people saw
blue out the balcony and gods in the stars.