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POETSRESPONDTOTHEPANDEMIC

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COMPASSION Compassion(PalmSunday,2020) DianeWalkerFAITH Zojaj:Ameer SheikhaA. AbideWithMe,March2020 JudithSornbergerFAMILY Post-ItNotestoGrandmaRuth DuringthePandemic JudithSornbergerFEAR TheHomewardDove LornaCahall KnowinginaTimeofFear MarcHarshman Doctorssaylostsenseofsmell maybecluetocoronavirus DrewMyronHEALING Essential LauraBoggess

HOPE Hope:April2020 MarjorieMaddoxHafer VanGogh’s‘SpringGarden’ MarthaSilanoLOSS SocialSafetyNet MaureenE.DoallasLOVE LoveandAdore(WeWillCome OutTogether) SalmaArastu Love RobertMcDowellRENEWAL AftertheFire(ATanka) LaurieKleinRESILIENCE Tuesday,Pandemic DrewMyronSHELTER Canopyofyou:anerasurepoem DrewMyronSOCIALDISTANCING (PHYSICALDISTANCING) SocialDistancing KristinBerkey-Abbott

AfterAuden,afterBrueghel MarjorieMaddoxHafer InaTimeof‘SocialDistancing,’ IMissMyMother JudithSornbergerSOLACE Always ChristineValtersPaintner SPIRIT/SPIRITUAL Spiritual YahiaLababidi Marcescence MichelleOrtegaSTRENGTH Hymn:anerasurepoem DrewMyronTECHNOLOGY Crown ShannaPowlusWheeler TOUCH Nexttonext DrewMyronNotes

COMPASSIONCompassion(PalmSunday,2020) byDianeWalkerWeholdinourheartsaprayer

Forallwhowalkalone;forallthevulnerable;

Forallthechurchdoors,onceopen,nowclosed;

Forthosewho'vedied,andforalltheoneswholovedthem;

Foralltheonesstillworkingtoserve,

Andalltheoneswhonowareunemployed;

Forallthecolors,slowlybeingleached

Outofaworldawashingrief:

Wenolongerwaveourpalms,

Wesimplywashthem,

Over,

Andover.

FAITHZojaj:Ameer bySheikhaA. thegroundisrumbling/theairabuzz/withcrashingwaterenergies/ whilethemidnightskiesabove/saluteitall—withsilentcriesoflove ~TigheO'DonoghueRossNiqaab-lessduskhasfounditsbeyond,Ishowmyfaceforitsfissuredbeautywithouttheneedforlayers;closetothehandbearingKauthar,nightbirdshaveconfusedthelightformorning.Silencershavebeenstrippedoffthisbody,andIcannotrobethisskinwithlinensofsecrets—theresilienceIwore—asIappearnotthewayearthcoveredeverysownintent;Iappearasglassthroughwhichlightbreaksandscattersintrueform;Iappearaboveshadows,mycaravansofcloaksheavyvelvetofpledges.Thesehandswillburntheferocityoflightthroughitsskinandwillscablikerainbowscurvingoverskies.Whenyourhandwillberaisedtothedirectionoftrees,IwillknowthewaytotheshadeofTooba.Note: This poem was written in collaboration with the artist TigheO’Donoghue/Rossandrespondstohispainting“TheProphecy/TheCascade”,whichfollows.

TigheO’Donoghue/Ross,TheProphecy/TheCascade,2019

AbidewithMe,March2020 byJudithSornbergerBumpedupagainstandoverlappingoneanother,it’shardtotellonepaintedturtle’solive-tiledcarapacefromanother’s.Foramoment,IseeonlyamoundofglaringsunlightbalancedonthelogacrossMarshCreek.Whentheyreposition,Icancountsixthroughmybinoculars.Iknowit’sridiculoustothinktheyhuddlelikethisfromaffection—afamilyreunitedaftermonthshalf-frozenandalone,sunkindeepmud.It’sthesepandemictimes,Iknow,layinganewlensovereverything—timesthatforbidtouchbeyondtheshellofhome.Passingtheoccasionalotheronthispath,Icallhello,ourdistanceanembraceofwhatwehopeforeachother.Achoirofpeepersjoinsus,singingSpring.Intune,unlikethevoicesofmycongregationduringourZoomworshipthismorning,strugglingtojoineachotherfromthesquarecellsofouronscreenfaces.AbidewithMe,wewarbled,wanderingfromthepathofmelodyandstumblingback,timeaftertime,asifourlivesdependedonthiscloseness.OtherAssociatedWordsCommunity,Hope,Love,Renewal,Resilience,Solace,Spirit/Spiritual

FAMILYPost-itNotestoGrandmaRuthDuringthePandemic byJudithSornbergerAtfifteen,gettingmylearner’spermitlikeallmyfriends,drivingDad’sbabyblue’65Lancer,Ibarelynoticedyouinmyrear-viewmirrorlearningtodriveinyoursixties,shockingtheoldladiesonyourblock.Inmylovebeads,flashingpeacesigns,I’dbelievedIwastherebel.Ifyouweren’tdead,I’daskyoutoteachmeagaintocrochetaswhenyoushowedmehowtolooppearlyyellowyarnaroundahookandintotinygrannysquaresformyunwedgirlfriend’sbaby,asthoughitmightmakeherimmunetoneedorsorrow.IknowIcouldfindatutorialonline,butthatwouldn’tbringyourwarmthighoryourbowedheadclosetomineaswerecoveredsomeoftheworld’ssoftnessinthistimeofpandemic.Didyouhear?Drivinghomefromsomewhereyesterday,Icaughtmyselfwhistlinghymnsthewayyoudid—headtiltingsidetosidewiththemelody—aplumplittlechickadeetweetingAbidewithMe.Youwerealwaystryingtoluremebackintotheflock.Isittoolatetoprayyoumighthaveseenme?OtherAssociatedWordsRemembrance,Healing,Sheltering,Courage

FEARTheHomewardDove byLornaCahallshe’ssowearyflyingoverthefoldedmaskedfacessotiredcan’tstandtolookbackatflashinglightsallthewrongturnsplease,pleasedon’tlosemerunning,runningbehindyoubothchasingthefadingsunlightandwhenthenightclosesinalltogetherwaitingformoonlightalltogetherweary,sowearythehomewarddoveOtherAssociatedWordsFamily,Sheltering

KnowinginaTimeofFear byMarcHarshmanAfallofblossominasuddenbreeze and,likesnowshakenfromalimb, youshiverwithwhatyou’vecarried herefromtheheadlines

andbowyourhead.Youknowyoushouldknowbetter.Theriversluicesitscoldwaydownthemountain betweencracked,graypanelsofstone, thecanyondeafeningwithitsmadroar.Thelonelinessheremovestheearthbelowyou andyougrabholdoftheslenderestbranch, awhippetofcherryandsuddenly thewholeforestisholdingyouup.But,youknewthis,didn’tyou?Onyourkneesamidtheclutterofyourstudy, acrucifixononewall,theStones’HotLips onanother,andawindowframing thepinkhazeofmapleseager togetonwiththebusinessofspring.Youreyesfillwithsomethingneithersadnorjoyous,somethinglikethanksgivingthatsomeone,callHerorHim,Godornot,butyouknowthereisthisgreatlisteninggatheredallaroundyou.Evenasthedarkmysteriesoftheday

assailyourlockeddoors,yourneighborhood,yourworld,thereisthislisteningmuchlikeJulianinhercellcenturiesagohearingthatconvincingvoiceandknowingthatallwillbeoutofourhandsbutwellenough,andmoretoseeustotheotherside

bethateternity,nextyear,orsimplythisnextsecond,theonewherewehearanother’sheartbeatjustlikeours.

DoctorssaylostsenseofsmellmaybecluetocoronavirusbyDrewMyronSoIsmelledallthebadthingsjusttomakesureIstillcould: urineinthenursinghomehall thestove'sseepingflame potatoesspoilinginthebackdrawer asweat-soakedshirt oldbeerinabackseat hairtangledinablowdryer broccolicooking bagbalm adampbasement burntpopcorn dogturdsonfreshgrass aforestonfire morningbreath thestenchofastrandedwhale my fear.

HEALINGEssential byLauraBoggessItoldhimIwanttosee redbudblooming watertrickling birdsonginflightsoweenterthewoodattheedgeoftheneighborhoodhere,leaf-strewnspoorsandlight-soakedcathedralscalmthememoryofleftbehindsterilecorridorsandemptywait-rooms—alongwiththeN95hangingbehindmyofficedoorit’sbusinessasusualatCharlestonGeneral.intheafternoon,Isitwithapatientandhecoverstheholeinhisneckwithonefingersohecanspeak—amakeshifttracheostomyplugsuddenly,Iamawareofwheremyhandshavebeen,wheremyfeethavewalked,whatmybreathhastouched;sweatmistingaroundtheedgesofmymaskbutnow,theredtapeoftelehealthdriftsawayintotheinsistentpinkoftheredbudtrees.wesitunderacopse;swayingbranchesfiltersunlightoverourshoulders.ablack-cappedchickadeecallstohislover.thewindstirsthecanopyofblossomsaboveustherearecrimsonpetalseverywhere.

HOPEHope:April2020 byMarjorieMaddoxHafer “Hopeisthethingwithfeathers...” EmilyDickinsonA“thing,”perhaps,

andfowl,butbloody-

plucked,dippedindisease

andplummeting,thesky-highyours/mine violentlyde-plumed,baldasavulture,fickleflightundoneinthisfreefallfrenzyoffeartodoom

becomedustbecome

whatwedon’tknow becomebeforeandvoidbecomedark,become

thedawncrackofEdenonreplayandmaybe—hopeagainsthope—

becomethe“warmbreasts,brightwings”

ofSpirithovering, warming,readyingitsweary-

worldnestonce-againforwings.

OtherAssociatedWordsFaith,Fear,Spirit/Spiritual

VanGogh’s‘SpringGarden’ byMarthaSilanoIt’scalled“SpringGarden,”butitdoesn’tlooklikeone.Morelikeanemptylot,wherethereusedtobealaundromatorgasstation,aplaygroundbuttheswingshavebeenhauledaway.It’scalled“SpringGarden,”butthere’snopinkorbluepastel.Afence-likerowofgnarledsticks:morelikeagraveyardbeneathoppressivegray.Itcan’tbeagarden:thetitlemustbeamistake.Someoneinalong,blackcoatslinkspastliketheydon’twanttobeseen,letalonepainted;likethey’dhopedtopasswithoutnotice.Sneakingintoa“garden”todowhat?Visitalovedonetoopoortoaffordaheadstone?Toburyabody?Orwasitjustbeforehepulledfromhispocketapacketofseeds?Maybe,it’searlyspring—toosoonfordaffodilsandtulips,nosignofthegrowthtocome;maybethesoot-brownchurchisnotadrearysymbol,andthetreesaregreenbutthelightisturningthemhazel.Maybeit’sallbeensowed.AndLook!Afewtuftsofbrightyellowgrass,abushintheforeground,aflamewith—blossoms?Anawfullydarkredbutflowers,nonetheless.Note:AnimageofvanGogh’spaintingisprovidedattheendofthisdocument.

LOSSSocialSafetyNet byMaureenE.DoallasEvilin,33,NewYorkCityTheytellmenottobothertocomeinfortesting.Undocumented,Igaspforair. *Juan,36,Berkeley,CaliforniaLastFriday,mybossshuttherestaurant’sdoors.I’minshock.Iwasafraidtogotowork,butnow,Idon’tknowwhattodo.My9-year-oldhasasthma. *[NameWithheld],36,OhioAmigrantworker,Iplanttomatoes,onions,otherproduce.Ihavenogloves,nomasks,nosoap,norunningwater.Ibringsoapfromhome.Iwashmyhandswithmydrink-

ingwater.Mybossnolongertakesmytemperature.*Lydia,41,BostonIlackpapers.I’mterrifiedofmycommute—twohours,twotrains,abus—tomyjob.Itakecareofan86-year-oldman.Whenyougetsick,theytellus,gotothehospital.Idon’thavehealthinsurance.~Jerry,54,HusbandofLydiaIgotcaughtbyICE,spentthreemonthslockedup,missedason’sbirth.Myasylumcase?Lostit.Iworkinanursinghome.Igetgloves,amaskIwearallday.Nogown.Mywifeandfamily...Wearescared.Aboutalmosteverything.Source:AlldetailsfromTracyJan,“Undocumentedworkersamongthosehitfirst—andworst—bythecoronavirusshutdown,”TheWashingtonPost,April4,2020.

LOVELoveandAdore(WeWillAllComeOutTogether) bySalmaArastuSomesayPlanetEarthisunderrepairSomesayitistimeforSabbathSacredandblessedtimetostayquietandpraySlowdownandspendtimewithfamilyEverymomentistransitoryWisescripturesremindusagainandagainYouwillbetestedwithsomefearandhunger,lossoflivesandwealthButremainsteadfastandfeeldeepgratitudeTrustthesedarkcloudswillburstopenandbringAprilshowersIhaveheardthebirdschirping,springisaroundthecornerWewillallcomeouttogetherandconsoleeachotherAndloveeachotherasneverbeforeWeareconnectedanddependentoneachothermorethanbeforeWeshallhealeachotherwithmuchcompassionandadoreOtherAssociatedWordsCompassion,Connect/Connection,Healing,Hope

Love byRobertMcDowellWhoknowswhere&whatitisIthoughtIknewIthoughtIknewAdozentimeswhatloveis&whowasbringingituphillLikewaterinabucketOnebyonetheycollapseAmongthepoppiessayingIamtiredbearingloveallthiswayThefatherdragshimselfupFromthefallen&walksoutoftheirlivesForeverratherthandarkenOnemoredayAwomanInsiststhatlove&ambitionCancoexistinperfectharmonyYetintheendambitionwinsLoveishummingwithmemoryAkeytoadoor&anotherkeyTothedoorinsidethatoneAwellisonthepathAwomanInawindowgoesonwritingAnothertakesherfencesneitherApproachingnorfleeingfromsomeonewaitingPrayerismixedupinallofthistooOfcourse&theneedtobestillOtherAssociatedWordsFaith,Family,Grief,Spirit/Spiritual

RENEWALAftertheFire(ATanka) byLaurieKleinLightseepsthroughruinstobatheeverybrokenplacetillgapsbecomepraiseforthefirstgrassywandswavedlikewisheslikeprayers.

RESILIENCETuesday,pandemic byDrewMyronMy85-yearoldfriendwaitsatthewindowforasinglebirdtoflutterpast,theonlycompanionshenowhas.Mydadadjustshisoxygentubeandtellsmehe'llneverhugagain.Thiswillchangeeverything,hesays.Aneighborhassewnmasksthatshehangsfromastringwithasignthatsaystakeoneasifwe'resharingtomatoesorgossip.Tokeepmymindfromchatter,Ijogagain.WitheachlapIbreathehardandcrysteadyingratitudeandmagnitude,insadness,incircles.OtherAssociatedWordsCommunity,Compassion,Grief,Isolation,Lockdown,PersonalProtectionEquipment

SHELTERCanopyofyou:AnErasurePoem byDrewMyron

Whenshadowsfall/Whenabigwindblows/Itook/shelterin/the/canopyofyou

SOCIALDISTANCING(PHYSICALDISTANCING)SocialDistancing byKristinBerkey-AbbottThegrandmotherfeelsacrushofexhaustionandanxietythatleavesherbreathless:theweightofyearsofcaringforfamilymembersorthisnewvirusattackingrespiratorysystemsandsociety?Thepre-teenopenshisFrenchbookandthenclosesit.Whylearnthislanguageinatimeoftravelbans?Silently,heconjugatesadifferentverbeachtimehehearstheword“virus,”hisheartbeatcalmingwitheachvariation.Themedievalistthinksbacktogreatliteratureinatimeofplague.WhowillbeourChaucernow?Shesendse-mailtohercollegestudentsnowconsignedtoonlineclassesinatimeofsocialdistancing.Sheputsthenextloadoflaundryinthewasher,treatingthestains,hopingitwillallcomeoutinthewash.

AfterAuden,afterBrueghel byMarjorieMaddoxHafer “Aboutsufferingtheywereneverwrong, TheOldMasters...”W.H.Auden,MuséedesBeauxArtsThereisnoturningawayfromthis,orthereis,thesandy-toedraisingaglasstotheAtlantic’sdeepblueforeverjustasIcarusplunges(orBrueghel’sIcarus,orAuden’smemoryofBrueghel’sIcarus),amemoryofamemoryofsomeoneelse’ssuffering:justincidentalperipheralonabrightdayofhangoversuntiltheundertowtugsdowntheneighbortheymayknowslightlyfrom,insomeotherseason,skatingattheedgeofthewood,orpettingtheirdoggydog,orevenliningupbesidethemforthemiraculousbirth,which,too,maybecancelledalongwithanyresurrectionsifthedayispredictablysunny,thelandscapereadytoploworpaint,andthestubbornwind,justinfromatsunami,distractedenoughforasail.OtherAssociatedWordsSheltering,Compassion,Fear,RemembranceNote:ThispoemfirstappearedatPoemsofthePandemic,HeadlinePoetry&Press.

InaTimeof‘SocialDistancing,’IMissMyMother byJudithSornbergerOfcourse,shemissedDadwhenhediedandwishedherdaughterslivedcloser,butifshewerealivenow,she’dbefinewiththesedistances—shewhoprizedherowncompanyaswellasanyoneelse’s.Herideaofagoodtimewasloungingonthepatio,herfacetiltedlikeahungrysunflowertosipthesun’sgaze,herheadtippedbackassheexhaledawhisperofsmokefromherVirginiaSlimstowardcloudsmarchingbyinalazyparademoreworthwatchingthananything.Exceptmaybethechitteringchorusofcopperandgraysparrowsshesummonedwithbutteredtoastcrumbsonatinpieplate.Sheknewhowtocallwhatevershemostneededtoherself—pattingherlapsoherBostonterriersprangupandkissedtheredlipstickfromhermouth,thedog’sbuggyeyessobigwithlove,Momhadtolaugh—thatlaugheveryoneloved,theoneshegaveme.Thelaughthatisalwaysbringingherback,callingmehometomyself.OtherAssociatedWordsFamily,Inspiration,Isolation,Lockdown,Loss,Love,Remembrance,Spirit/Spiritual

SOLACEAlways byChristineValtersPaintnerItisalwaysdawnsomewhereonthisforeverturningeartheyesjustnowopening.Itisalwaysmiddaysomeplace,sunatitspeak,alloflifeilluminated.Itisalwaysdusksomewhere,sweetleavingofdayaskingustoembracetheend.Itisalwaysmidnightsomeplace,tenthousanddreamseruptingintothedarkness.Note: This poem is from Christine Valters Paintner’s forthcoming collection TheWisdomofWildGrace (ParacletePress,October2020). It ispublishedhere for thefirsttime.

SPIRIT/SPIRITUALSpiritual byYahiaLababidi So,whatdoesitfeelliketobegrounded,globallysenttoourroomslikeerrantchildrenprivilegessuspendedandtoldtothinkhardaboutwhywegothereandhowtogetout?Tellme,what’syourplan?IIWecan’tsimplyreturntohowwewereafteracrisis—ourhomeshavebecomecocoonsforradicaltransformationOthers’lives,wefinallyrealize,dependonusandviceversa,eitherwechangeourways,now,orperishalone-together...And,ifwesurvive,wemightaskofthisbenevolentmaster:Tellus,whatnewfastcanweaddtoourdaysahead?ThesamewaythatLentorRamadanarespiritualreminders,weshouldconsiderwhatsacrificethispandemicasksofus.Whatextremelimithavewereached,ortrespassed?AsLaozisays:"TurningbackishowtheWaymoves."Don'tbemoanyourfourwalls,givethanks,foryournecessaryisolationandpraytoemergefromthischrysalisintoanewconsciousness.

III

So,whatdoesitmeantobereborn?It'shavingtorelearnthebasics:howtowalk,talkandeat...ourwords

Didyoueverimaginethedaywhenwewouldhavetobetaught,asadults,howtowashourhands...ofoursins?

Timetosit,inhumility,listenandassumethatwe,really,knownothing.

Marcescence byMichelleOrtega No rain falls with the storm, but energy whips throughbranches,paresawaythebrittle,scrubsbarktoawakenbuds.Fallenmeetsbloomwithpentecostalchaos.Theviewfrommybed,thisnewmid-daysoftness(healthyinthepandemic)—myownbreath, a dryadwhisper. Earth never stopped this song;onlynowamIstillenoughtohearit.No words to pray, but each breath drawn beyond my lungsoffered for thosewho step into the next life, unheld, unseen.For those that cling like dry leaves on a tree throughwinter.Forthosebentinthestormwhodonotbreak,butcarefortheoneswhofall.

STRENGTHHymn:AnErasurePoem byDrewMyron

Theseasaredark/grantusstrength/kneelbeside/our/panic/yetagain.

TECHNOLOGYCrown byShannaPowlusWheeler

InFebruary2020,theNationalInstituteofAllergyandInfectiousDiseases(NIAID)releasedelectronmicroscopeimagesofthenovelcoronavirusSARS-CoV-2.ThepubliccanviewthecolorfulgalleryontheNIAIDFlickrpage.

Infinitesimalgerm,wearenotimmune

toyourmajesty.Ourscientistsbowforhoursbeforethestatuesque

microscopesofourdesigntowatchyousurfacefromourcaptivecells,bloom

inbrilliantyellowclusterslikethepollenofthisspringthatinsistsonlifedespite ourhundredthousanddead.TruetoyourLatinname,yourlittlesunsrise,crown

thehillsofourvelvetycells. Asinframesofstainedglass,youlurkinturquoise,

burntorange,andcoral.Yourdiademswiththeirsignaturespikesofprotein strikeafearlikeworship.Formidablepathogen,whosevirulentformwemagnify—

whosestingwefeel—

evenyouresemblethethornsthatpiercedtheOne whotookourfear.OtherAssociatedWordsFear,Spirit/Spiritual

TOUCHNexttonext byDrewMyronMonthsfromnow,willwesavoramealatourfavoriteplace,ourfacesclose,handsclaspedtight?Willwesharedessert,ourforksnext-to-next,andnotthinktwiceaboutwhathastouched,withwhom,andhow?Andatthehouse,willourfriendsgather?Willweshakehands,patbacks,andhughello?WillIembracemyfatherwithoutfear,andoffermorethanadistantwavetothekindneighborpassing?Tellme,willwekissagain,recklessandsure?

OtherAssociatedWordsConnect/Connection,Family,Fear,Hands,Healing

NotesCover Image: Jeanie Tomanek, “Our Ground Time HereWill Be Brief”, Acrylic onPanel, 16” x 12”. Courtesy of Jeanie Tomanek and The Loft Mariettta. © JeanieTomanek. All Rights Reserved. Please contact The Loft if you are interested inpurchasingTomanek’soriginalpainting:http://www.loftmarietta.comThe capitalizedwordorwords that appear abovepoems’ titles are those that thepoetsselectedfortheirinspiredresponsestothenovelcoronavirus/COVID-19andthethemeofpandemicgenerally.Anyassociatedwordstheyselectedappearafterthe poems. Poems under the headings are organized alphabetically by poets’ lastnames.Martha Silano’s poem, “Van Gogh’s ‘Spring Garden’,” responds to the artist’spainting,andwaswrittenspecificallyforthisproject.