The Virus Is the Clock

The virus is the clock

we’ve learned

struggling to do our part

protecting

While others

like schoolyard bullies

calculate what they’ll do

with nobody watching

But now is different

with clock-watchers

following rules

of both charlatans and saints

When breaking them 

means vainglorious achievement

in running out the clock

or that we’re out of time

For Friday Flash 55 offered by Joy at Verse Escape

Contamination

Close your eyes

for messages

at doors locked

against heart-sick

pinking from grey

Some Kind of Legacy

This 

is your inheritance

nothing valuable

or all that interesting

unfinished poems

scrawled in ballpoint

stash of coffee beans

frozen vegetables

in case of emergency

your own drawings 

on paper scraps

and placemats

handmade greeting cards

from every occasion

all of your baby teeth

how to hear birdsong

listen to trees

and for catch of breath

indicating shock

pleasure 

or deep disappointment

In the end I hope

you find there is value

in kindness

empathy 

and all the love

For Kerry’s March word list @skyloverpoetry on Instagram

Reminder that I am also there @runawaysentence