(April 2020)
I am trying to get away
from myself
but there is nowhere to hide.
Into the silence come voices,
announcing they are working,
night and day.
I believe them.
They are busy
losing themselves in screens.
We are all unmeeting ourselves.
In the morning shadows of flags
at half-mast fall
on empty city squares.
In country lanes
muscular hares pause.
At night a pink moon rises.
First published online February 2021 https://poetryandcovid.com/