Billy Collins said
“The virus is slowing us down
to the speed of poetry.”
I say, I am slowed down
by listening deeply
to the pleas of despair
and silence of the woods.
All these years they have
carried your worries.
And your invisible disabilities.
Now the question is not
“How can I help?
But……
” Is it safe to be around you yet?”
My inner voice told me
‘Access is love’.
But you can never trust
your inner voice.
Or your graver thoughts.