Pandemic Poetry

Well, a lot has happened lately. A rather substantial hurricane hit the New Orleans area, turning life upside down for a lot of people, and this pandemic has dragged on longer than I think anyone could imagine. In my own little world somewhere along the way, I started writing poetry again. I used to actually write it quite a bit. It’s very different, for me, from writing fiction or nonfiction. It’s sort of a quick, burst of creativity or emotion if you will. So, if you will indulge, I’ve decided to post one of my poems, from a building collection I call Pandemic Poetry.

Here We Are

And here we are
when it seems most quiet
when nary you can hear a pin drop.
And here we are, waiting for a sigh of relief
or that silent crash of a wave over our heads.
Have we all tripped into insanity
or has the worst really passed over,
because we want so much for it to?
Has it, has it really?
And have we taken all we should from this moment.
Have we done our very best,
or is all just careening around the corner?
Until we finally understand.