Looking forward to a day
when there’ll be no more
COVID poems to write
a final chapter
to close the book
though it might be
years away
But for the moment
the situation remains
fluid as water
changing hour to hour
as politicians consult
their scientists for guidance
information
no one wants to hear
When all the poet can do
is capture the history
good or bad
draw inspiration
from that same water
to wash down
this bitter pill
