Poem for today by Anthony Josolyne

Arts Richmond

Online - 01 May 2020

Invisible, lifeless, still passive;

aimlessly wafting:

a seed-like germ of death,

waiting,

waiting for a host.

No instinct, no self-drive;

carried by atmospheric flow,

through the air we breathe,

unwittingly inhaled…

… absorbed:

then growth!

Airborne, the regenerated, threat

builds and spreads across the globe

victimising the vulnerable and weak;

no cure is known

and protection may be breached.

Society is stricken:

close social contact’s lost;

shortage of supplies,

handled goods unsafe.

Science struggles,

industry crumbles,

finance founders,

sickness and death

on the increase, day by day.

Isolation,            

hygiene,

care and patience

block it.

Tony Josolyne

(Self-isolating 2020)