I Am from This Time of Covid

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I am behind a stranger in the time of Covid

When smiles moved from our mouths io to our eyes and faces gave away nothing about intention.

Thieves and pastors, warriors and workers, all indistinguishable one from another.

I am isolation from the time of Covid,

When I already understood the words: alone, and silence, and lockdown.

My body so thirsty for the quench hug and the breeze of a kiss. As it cools my fevered cheek, leaving only a ghost of its memory.

I am immunity from the time of Covid,

No longer able to protect the systems of fragile bodies nor of this broken down earth, which trembled with fear of its demise.

Like a thief, disease came by every house turning each handle waiting to find an unlocked door to quietly enter and steal our last breaths.

I am from healing in the time of Covid.

When responders to the calls of those who lost their breath and could not speak came to hang from tubes.

Like infants born too soon incubated and unable to bond to Mother Earth and its inhuman condition, on the edge of death. Mourning mothers worrying,

Grieving for a doctor or a nurse to say, “everything is going to be okay.” Because it must.

I am the mutation in this time of Covid

An injection cannot fool me for I will keep you behind a mask, isolated, without immunity and in despair.

Don’t be alarmed by me – I am here alongside Darwin to break the frail and leave the fittest in tact.

And still I am hope – from this time of Covid.

And as hope I never lie and I never die and I can unchain us from the fear, the uncertainty and the mutations.

I will enter your souls and open the locked doors to let the gentle breeze of life inside.

As hope I will come into your hearts, remove your masks, finally holding you forever, your face in my palms wipe the tears cheeks, return the stolen smile to your face.

As hope I will never fail you and hold you forever in the warmth of my grace.

12 comments on “I Am from This Time of Covid”

    1. Thank you Dale. This came from a writing prompt which I switched up a bit. I’m in a monthly writing circle with two wonderful women who simply give us the prompt and the spaciousness to write from our hearts. I felt the repetition represented the days we’ve spent indoors with so much uncertainty but there’s light at the end of the tunnel I just wish the masks and vaccinations weren’t so politicized. We’d all have a fighting chance.

  1. The time of Covid is so dark. It reminds me of how people lived during the time of cholera. And here we are, living during this precarious time. I love how you turn the words to hope. “Hope will enter your souls and open the locked doors to let the gentle breeze of life inside.” Beautifully done.

    1. Thank you Kristie – no matter the situation in fact I believe living with terminal cancer demands hope. Hope as I’ve always believed shifts to meet the situation otherwise we face a very sad life indeed. Even through Covid our hope carries us albeit alone to the light that now meets us where we are – nearing the end of a time that will indelibly change us all forever.

    1. Thank you Annie. It means a lot coming from a writer who I respect tremendously- that’s you.

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