Poetics Tuesday at dVerse, and Brian Miller has
challenged us to create a word picture of
a significant moment. I've chosen to feature
our moment in time, more prose than poem.
Submitted to dVerse
July 14, 2020
Thousands are dying, robbed of the gift of being surrounded by loved ones in their final hours, their loved ones bereft at the loss of those final moments, equally bereft at their inability to have visitation or funeral where their emptiness might be filled with stories of their dear departed. Isolated in our homes, wearing masks in public, denied of the simplest human touch of hand shake and hug, longing to once again sit amongst peers exchanging life happenings, missing our simple pleasures of dining out with friends, browsing best sellers at the local library, enjoying a current movie, attending church or simply a trip to the grocery store. Churches and schools closed, store shelves emptied for who knows what reason, businesses closed, streets deserted, and life as we knew it suspended as if someone pulled the celestial plug and we’re caught in Pompeiian mid-motion frozen in time. How will we chronicle this time for future generations?. How will it read in history books?