“And hidden everywhere/Is a little germ/That brings down the mighty”. Excellent expression of this pandemic. You have captured the desolation and aloneness. This is a strong piece of poetry. ~~ djl

Powerful sentiments. I'm so glad I don't have smoke-filled days, even the year that an area the size of Rhode Island and Delaware combined burned in Texas. The prevailing winds did not bring that smoke here.

So I can see that the isolation of the pandemic, combined with bad air if you went outside and the emptiness of "friending" on social media, can combine for those of weaker disposition to turn to depression until the sun shines through the smokee and the threat of the pandemic subsides.

So glad you're coming out of the funk and can write again.

Ron

I love this eloquent poem.

As your insightful poem posits, there is a slow stealth-like suffocation taking place that is forcing far too many into isolation. And, as the news continues to report, isolation converts to frustration, to anger, to violence. Would that more people who are slaves to innocuous uses of the internet could read your poem, perhaps some changes could at least be contemplated. An arresting poem.

When Nature crashes in tidal waves, the carnage is everywhere. But she always leaves an opening for those with enough strength and courage to get back up and slowly continue on. Like you. You are always a breath of fresh air because...you care. And I am at least your second most devoted follower. Ed