Breathing
The rhythm of this dayof nearly empty streetsof oncoming buses passing each otherof the cyclist cyclingof a car engine humming and elsewhere somewhere not farthe virus silently stirringor stunning a lung, a life The rhythm of our isolated daysof walking in the parkalways conscious of beingtwo meters apart The sanction of distanceThe corona of closeness A balance struck,a bargain with this devil,I'll stay back you stay back The rhythm of this day like any other,a sweet solemn solitude,a harmonyattuned to the blissful peaceof an imagined future, a summerof hope, warmth & healthand not the stealthof this bug bugging us,stalking us,as if it is about to speak,to break its deadlysilence and screama wave of vitriol, a frenzied, toxic streamthat breaks the rhythmof our daydream of nearly empty streetsof buses passingof cyclists cyclingof engines hummingof lungs breathingthe illusory freedom......of endless air.