Escape at the Speed of Transien
by Peter HalpinWild Poetry Forum
Then we all batten down the hatches,
stockpile food, ration alcohol and post pictures
of our mundanity on Facebook. Some entertain
with vignettes on YouTube, some amusing,
some, not so much.
We’ve rallied together in isolation, distance
ourselves, wash hands, wear masks and dressed
as germ crazed bandits we plank the curve.
And like springtime gophers, poke our heads out,
but scatter at the first sign of a cough or sneeze.
We crave closeness, but shun hugs and mark
out our space, yelping like feral coyotes.
Have back-fence conversations, pontificating
on “internet facts” like they came
from the mouth of the prophet and listen
to careless and greedy politicians talking
about“opening up” like the Ringling Brothers
bringing their circus to town.
We watch in shame as our old folk die,
locked up in nursing home prisons, staring out
windows like ghosts from Belsen; we praise
health care workers struggling to make do
with promises never fulfilled or dying
because that’s what they do.
But this afternoon sun entices me out of my hovel
as I make a run for it, take shelter in the arms
of the gentle breeze and let fear of humanity divest me.
As the rapture engulfs, I want to rush into streets
of familiarity and dance in close proximity or run
naked into a warm crowd of friendly strangers.
This touches on both the irony and tragedy of this Covid time. It begins in media res and continues with admirable spareness: “We crave closeness, but shun hugs and mark / out our space, yelping like feral coyotes.”
. . .
“We watch in shame as our old folk die,/ locked up in nursing home prisons, staring out / windows like ghosts from Belsen;”
The speaker retains a healthy degree of detachment with refreshing lightness of treatment, for the most part. The final stanza allows for hope and “rapture” in the company of strangers, as if the constraints of isolation could be left behind, somehow, in the imagination. It is a ray of light.
--Terese Coe
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