Riding Out the Storm

Corona virus, poetry 1 Minute

Crouching down with hands over head

Trying to ride out the pandemic storm

Is God punishing us?

Is the earth fed up with humans?

I hear wailing in the distance

Is someone crying?

Or is it the sound of sirens?

Wondering when it will be safe again

Safe to travel, to hug and kiss loved ones

Our collective grief is beyond words

Like a howling wind, unable to be captured

Published by Nancy B. Klein

A former journalist, magazine editor and public school teacher, now retired and focusing on spiritual enrichment through reading, writing, music, art and travel. Why not come along for the journey?

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