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Sydney Lea: Spring Poem in the Season of Corona

Last night, our pond reclaimed a foot from its ice.
New water winks blue-green, and blackbirds shriek
From wire and weed. It’s good to be out. Two boys
Hike by me at social distance. Each breeze-tossed leaf
 
Looks as crisp and twitchy as a chipmunk’s ear.
The mud road grasps at boot-soles as I walk
The other way. On a tree I detect the scar
Of an errant winter driver.  I catch the talk
 
Of school kids out of school– their classmates, popular.
Or not (all girls are otherwise), the names
Of games that they can’t play. The runt defers
To his companion, who, unprompted, screams  
 
Abuse at all restrictions. As they pass from hearing, 
I note an earthworm turning proper pink.
Though soon the ambient landscape will be wearing
Further raiment–nodding grass and dank,
 
Deep moss, spare overlay of meadow flowers–
I’ve lived enough to expect odd snow-squalls, slapped  
To anger by nasty winds. I predict more hours
In which we’re sealed in rooms foursquare and flat,
 
Where we’ll dream of the past, or pray for the future 
When a softer time will come– and go– and mist 
Will rise from pond and outlet brook to wend
Its way to a busy playground. Sun once kissed
 
My own young body, sweet bijoux of sweat
Rose into uninfected morning’s odor.
Who knew that what my parents labeled older
Meant this strange state? Not then but then not yet.

Sydney Lea’s many books include Here (Four Way, 2019).

Copyright 2020 Sydney Lea

4 comments on “Sydney Lea: Spring Poem in the Season of Corona

  1. Barbara Huntington
    May 28, 2020

    “Who knew that what my parents labeled older
    Meant this strange state?”

    I think of my parents often during this time, watch ( on line) my children and grandchildren, and feel that strange state. Where did fragility enter the picture? I want to be back on the beaches and cliffs hiking with Tashi. I fear to leave the house. Not ready. Not ready.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Sarah Gordon
    May 28, 2020

    Love this poem. Lots of folks are writing Covid poems, but this is one of the very best I’ve seen.

    Liked by 1 person

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