When long waves roll in at Napeague and roil the tidal pools, I feel nature’s force and nature’s balm soothing my wounded body and my troubled mind,
All in the context of Covid-19, the plague upon all houses...
Ah, “coronavirus,” that beautiful poetical word, amphibrach + trochee, a perfect word for free verse, a word that can break any meter the way the virus can break down any human organ—
“Coronavirus” - caress its divine sonic details on the tongue, in the pharynx, the miraculous voice box,
As you murmur the all-consuming word—
coronavirus,
coronavirus,
coronavirus
George Held, a longtime contributor to TheNewVerse.News, is sheltering in Eastern Long Island.