My search for covid poems has been a bit frustrating. I found so few that spoke to my heart and were not just an attempt at some kind of showmanship. I lament the state of poetry today… very few really speak to me. This one was an exception. A very positive poem. It i a vision of hope in place of fear aned anger.

Kitty O’Meara

In the Time of Pandemic

And the people stayed home.
And they read books, and listened, and rested, and
exercised, and made art, and played games, and
learned new ways of being, and were still.
And they listened more deeply. Some meditated, some
prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the
people began to think differently.
And the people healed.
And, in the absence of people living in ignorant,
dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth
began to heal.
And when the danger passed, and the people joined
together again, they grieved their losses, and made new
choices, and dreamed new images, and created new
ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been