In the loom of pandemic I watch

JERRY CRAVEN

March 18, 2020

In the loom of pandemic I watch

My hands       

    Dry with barnacled skin maybe virus infested

    Wet with soap and alcohol wash

    Aged, dry, contaminated, awaiting another wash

    Dry, dry, dry

My yard

    Three tabby sisters, tri-colored, offering their feline hum

    Capped chickadees sharing the fruit of black oil sunflowers

    A red spot high in a pine declaring a cardinal song of generation

JERRY CRAVEN has published poetry since way back in the last century. He has also published novels and short stories. jerrycraven.com