Over my outdated corded landline, my dear friend, Berta read me a poem she translated from German. We are keeping distant as she’s 96 and can suffer from weakness in her lungs. I can’t recall the exact words but it was a series of reminders repeated over and over. They were paradoxes. Never forget our uniqueness AND what we share; our isolation AND our connection.
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beyond these walls
hard to sense
beyond these walls
this nation—
an invisibility
seeded by a tiny dragon
threatens a global community
united but carefully separated
so we may not unwittingly
shed the viral nuclei
in breath
by touch
an uncaught sneeze