Covid riding the night sky. Dawn’s wakeup
a constant replay where I’m on a carousel,
a March hare at a carnival, round and round
I go because there’s no safety out there.
Longing for days before a new normal,
my childhood memories slashed, turning
a sunny life into a three-ring scramble
for $ with roaming unmasked unbelievers
flinging viral infection every … where?
To catch a fresh breath, a brass O ring
inhaled from a moon-tide aura spinning
candy floss dreams as lungs & hearts
& kidneys ride all the pretty horses
up & down.
About the Poem
On the one-year anniversary of the Covid coming to the United States, I think of how we survive mentally by watching the moon as it seems to rebirth itself as we use our thoughts to overcome the “merry-go-round” of circular days.
About the Author
Margaret Koger, a Lascaux Prize finalist, is a school media specialist with a writing habit. She lives near the river in Boise, Idaho. See more of her poetry online at Amsterdam Quarterly, Thimble, Trouvaille Review, Tiny Seed Literary Journal, Ponder Savant, Subjectiv, and Last Leaves.