I’m trying to write a poem about the personal cost of this pandemic the losses I feel. How I miss being at the office every day. Then I remember the first-responders who must go to work so others might live. How I miss having my face mask-free in public. Then I remember all those who don’t have masks to keep themselves and others safe. How I miss my medical and dental checkups. Then I remember all those who never get these basic health-care services. How I miss going out for lunches and dinners. Then I remember the owners and staff of restaurants that may not survive. How I miss shopping at grocery stores, selecting items. Then I remember people all over the world who suffer daily without enough food to eat. How I miss attending plays and concerts. Then I remember I can Zoom to them while others lack computers and connections. How I miss hugging family and friends. Then I remember servicemen and women who endure far lengthier separations. I long for life to return to normal. Then, just now, I get a phone call. You are dying from this virus, alone.
© 2020 Joy Martin
Bio:
Southern-born, Joy remains sequestered at home in New England’s Boston area, surrounded by the comforts and discomforts of white privilege. Her poems explore the many facets of life, including her and broader humanity’s place and challenges within it. Systemic racism in our culture presents its ugly faces in many of her poems. Her hope is that we can use poetry and our other resources to combat COVID-19 and racism and all ill-forces that separate us.
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Throughout June and July, we will be presenting on this web site work by poets and artists responding to the COVID-19 pandemic. We hope you will find these works relevant, comforting and inspiring as we all cope with the economic and health-related fallout.
Please consider donating to AFAC. If you do, let us know which poet or artist inspired you so we can send you a personal thank you.
Excellent distillation of sequestration and contemplations of social injustice.
Thank you for taking the time to read and respond to my post.
Powerful. That last statement. But… would they actually say “you’re dying?” Many have the virus and are just a little or not at all sick. Poetic license? Surely mindblowing!