Sunday, March 14, 2021

Covid Year

Mask with Birds (Jan Barry photo)

By Jan Barry

A year of hair
Unfurls down my neck—
I’ve outlived a pandemic
So far

Millions dead and dying
As preening politicians bicker—
What’s there to celebrate
In this covid time

Lost my job, my livelihood,
Quarantined from friends
And family gatherings,
Hunkering from death’s breath

Only the lucky
Are still living—
Living like moths
Flitting amid the flames

This is what depression
Looks like, as year 2 looms—
I’d rather soar with eagles
And migrate with the seasons