I Recover a Poem Written in the Summer of a Pandemic - Barry Denny

[Larry Robinson]

I Recover a Poem Written in the Summer of a Pandemic 

Sometimes we lose what’s important:
A friend who dies alone
A memory gone into the cobwebs of the mind
A poem in the bowels of cyberspace 

During the months of Covid
In the park before dawn
Walking miles along the river 
To keep sane

Red skies precede sunshine 
Bees and butterflies circle asters
Tugs pull fifty times their weight
I’ve never noticed before

A gift of awareness arrives
In the middle of a plague
Balancing suffering and illumination
Thousands dead    more on the way

A porgy dangling from a fisherman’s rod
Dying fish flapping along asphalt
I snap an image on my Iphone 
Befuddled as a crow assaulting his reflection

Birds and trees and the politics of rage
The colors of September drifting
A hawk flying low snares a pigeon
A friend on a ventilator


A bevy of quartrains on a page
Assume a shape
Pleasing and comprehensible
Meaning what? Ask the sick

Sometimes we find what is important:
Innuendo important as facts
Facts important as meaning
A rekindled urge to express both

	- Barry Denny
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