Pandemic


In times like these, when normalcy
Is at the mercy of a germ,
It's necessary to stand firm.

Although we long to just be free,
The virus isn't leaving yet—
It's still a deadly, daily threat.

In spite of this, small birds will bring
Their own unique embodiment
Of charm, a charm we can't invent.

The sky will echo everything
That lifts us up and makes us whole,
That's mesmerising to the soul.

So even in the midst of pain,
We find our way to love again.
Alone at times, at times undone,
Instinctively we face the sun.


©2021 Michael Fraley




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