One fun thing about publishing on the internet, is sometimes a poem gets accepted for publication and you forget about it for nine months before looking it up. Here’s one, “Pandemic,” about this corona, this crown of the baby’s head near birth, the light that gets around the eclipse, this glimpse of making way for a new world: https://www.fromwhisperstoroars.com/quarantine-tales/2020/4/9/quarantine-tales-a-series-week-1.
The chrysalis metaphor feels more real than ever. How in the world does something as complex as a caterpillar need to turn to amorphous fluid before becoming something even more complex and capable, as a butterfly?
Thank you to Johanna Hall for the multiple corona metaphors above. Can’t we all use a dose of positivity as we approach the darkest night of this dark year?
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