Hunkered down. The inexorable wait. How does a
killer virus ask for directions? There are two of us.
One waits. One watches. Both are me. Both must
be real. The world has already contracted into a
page that updates the toll. The dead are marked in
yellow. Already, so much has been forgotten. So
much has been erased. A forsaken god has been
woken from his bed. How do you wait for peace
while you wait for death? How do you wait for love
when waiting overflows with dread? This is a silent
war – no explosions, no guns, no song, no words
that hold up the sky. The subtraction slips into the
quiet, into the dark, the way it was foretold. We
wait, we watch, one real, one masked, as the
world we know ends with a whimper, the world
we know leaves suddenly without saying goodbye.
I sat for several minutes absorbing the enormity of your post. Thank you for gifting us.
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What excellent writing this is; and certainly in the “I wish I had written this category!
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Thanks so much, Robin. Do take care.
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I love this:
“The subtraction slips into the
quiet”
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Thanks so much.
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Beautifully written, but so apocalyptic I’m left desperately searching for a glimmer of hope.
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I think hope is taking the form of the work on vaccines and medication. Scientists and health workers will get us through this, thank goodness. Fingers crossed. Take care, Beverly.
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This, so much this. It’s a grinding and silent progression in the middle of what was to have been…like a forest watching the bulldozers across the road.
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Love the analogy of the forest, thanks so much.
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“a whimper” that shakes the whole world. Sigh.
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Sigh, indeed! Thanks, Magaly.
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You give voice to questions burning in all our hearts, Rajani. A powerful rendition!
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Thank you, Sanaa.
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My husband and I were remarking just the other day when out walking our dog how beautiful the world looks and how strange it feels to have flowers popping up everywhere and knowing we are only at the beginning of a very big storm.
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That’s the most disconcerting thing right… that this isn’t over or even halfway up the hill yet. Stay safe, Rommy.
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Really the world is ending without any war
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Seems that way, doesn’t it….
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Trying times indeed, and you capture that angst perfectly. Isolation obviously far more possible (and tolerable) for some (including myself and My Beloved Sandra) than for others. Sending you my best regards and strong hopes that you can weather these trying times safely. Positive vibes follow…
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Thanks so much, Ron. Yes, the isolation itself is bearable, the overall feeling of dread is more challenging. But there is hope now with talk of vaccines and medication in the horizon. So, let’s just get through this time. Stay safe wherever you are.
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You capture the thoughts of so many in this – and beautifully put.
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Thanks so much, Anthony.
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Life is so strange and eerie at the moment and I wonder if we’ll get used to life ‘hunkered down’. I can’t believe that just over a week ago I was able to kiss and hug my daughter and grandson, and now I don’t know when I’ll be able to do that again. And the days still pass. These lines hit the nail on the head, Rajani:
‘…The world has already contracted into a
page that updates the toll….’
and
‘…This is a silent
war – no explosions, no guns, no song, no words
that hold up the sky…’
The ending is terrifying.
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Thank you, Kim. Am glad you got to your grandson’s bday before the lockdown. It will probably get worse before it gets sorted, but this too shall pass. Stay safe.
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Yes, it does seem so sudden. Powerful writing; you nail it exactly. ‘the way it was foretold’ – I find that very chilling … because I am thinking so too.
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Eliot came to mind as I was looking at trend charts (an incredibly distressing thing to do). Maybe from this we will emerge together to fight things like war and climate and inequality the same way. Maybe I’m just looking for positives where there aren’t any.
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“How do you wait for peace while you wait for death?” That question really hits my heart. It is interesting, the idea of two of us…..I have a Watcher within, and then there’s me………..I resonatred with the “two of me”. The virus is top of mind now. I am thinking of the homeless, the displaced, the refugees of the world, and how this virus might rip through their populations. A weighty and impressive poem. Did you see the topic at earthweal is pandemic, kiddo? Stay safe.
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Thank you, Sherry. Yes, the homeless and the displaced need all our concern and immediate action. And living in a country where social distancing is not always possible, these are very troubling times. I did see Earthweal and shared my previous poem on the pandemic there. You take care, too, Sherry. Hope things are under control out there.
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OMG–a masterly work of art here! Way, Wait, weighty indeed. A war of subtraction. There are two of me too. At least two.
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Thank you, Susan. Hope you’re well and the social distancing is possible and working out for you. Do take care.
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I am well. Are you? I am retired, and staying in my apartment. It is a privilege, for sure, when others have so little. But I’m 68, so feel vulnerable. The internet and telephonesprovide multiple support opportunities, most of them Quaker. We have had a Zoom Meeting for Worship!
What about you?
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To have no material change in one’s life in such times is indeed a privilege and I can’t imagine how it will be for thousands of people in India if we do hit a spike – where social distancing is impossible and not working translates into not feeding their families. I’m counting on Science to find us a cure before the worst comes to pass. I’m turning to random (bad) books and netflix (foreign language -currently korean) to tide over the anxiety.
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Poignantly, and painfully, beautiful!
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Thanks so much, Frank. These are surreal times. Stay safe wherever you are.
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Thanks! 🙂
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