Dark mist rising,

Drum beneath a keening sky

This scent of loam, of leaf, of yearning,

Of memory’s wail

And piacular’s cry...

Penitential ruminations,

Longings anew, ignored.

One evanescent expiation,

One understanding forward...

Revisit and addition to an old friend during this forced virus pause.

Sound of Silence (World in lockdown due to Covid 19 on YouTube


August 7, 2021

I recently rewatched a movie, something I rarely do. Perfect Sense struck home in a way it hadn’t done before the pandemic, and coupled with the two takes below on The Sound of Silence from my original post over a year ago, I was reminded again of our common humanity amidst the continuing pain and sadness today.

Sometimes wonder mourns rather than celebrates…

Beauty amidst Pain

Trilliums push up in my yard,
     Spring has coaxed them out.
No need to distance,
No virus to hinder.
            Just the pull of an ancient call,
            The warmth of a thawing world,
And a promise for the future.

And so the storm…

And so the COVID storm, this sudden surge of unexpected wave-born pain. Uncertainty fences challenge – thrust, feint…and parry.

With little quarter given amidst our grim despair,

Worry parries hope as need harries our bottomless loss.

And all the while it rains down numbers, an exponential torrent,

All lightning figures that fork and branch

Illuminating nothing.