the limbo of pandemic

My poem The Mind Waiting (it was written some time ago) inadvertently describes the limbo of pandemic: and only a jolt from outside,from the world of touch,reveals that something is different, except that there’s nothing outside,all the tracks lead back to the selfand simplification, a murmuration of starlingsplunging this way and that towards homeuntil gatheredContinue reading “the limbo of pandemic”