It crept in on silent feet.
First roar shook our terra firma to the core, hurled
steadiness out the door.
Is this a monster,
or a bug we’ll swat
away by summer?
A beast insatiable gobbles
each nugget of normality
and we are humbled.
Bruised and bargaining,
we strain to stitch
our safety back together
But misfortune has set up a stall in the market
peddling destruction and death.
Like a mighty Kali, who huffs and puffs,
blowing to bits our straw houses
of false security.
Wheels cloistered in garages;
airplane wings clipped.
Buses, trains, ships all tethered now.
A deafening stillness,
unheard for centuries.
a warm blanket to tuck us in.
Twisting, like pretzels,
our old bodies
into new lives.
Nowhere to go, nothing to do.
Covid-time trickles through the hourglass.
Silence seeps, stirs seeing.
An ancient suppression loses grip
on our throats; sticky fingers release.
Our bellies begin to creak and crack
with growing pains.
Brittle bones meld; new sinews knit.
Each one of us, as butterfly mothers,
lifting the wings of our new world.
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