It’s been a year now since initial lockdown measures began across much of the United States. A year of evaluating everything through the prism of coronavirus risk. A year of job loss, community loss, lives lost. How do you measure a year? That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
Pandemic: Year One
in a lifetime
a year is a blink
a sigh
a moment lost
in time
unless that year
lasts a lifetime
unless that year
ends a lifetime
unless that year
never ends
trapped seconds
that repeat
instead of
going by
a year is nothing
a year is everything
how has it been a year already?
why won’t this year
ever
end?
