In my voice,
Distances
Get a hearing.
I’m not dismayed
By social distancing—
I need space
The way a poem
Needs stanzas,
As it unfolds
For spaces are
Empty places,
And there's no distance
Between us.
Ley Lines
Of life and fate,
Not always visible,
Not always straight
Will lead
Direct to me
(I’m not besieged
By quarantines)
Come tonight.
With woods nearby,
While stars
Pattern the sky
While every atom stands
Attuned
To the radar disc
Of the Moon.