Silenced Sparks

With no place to hide, the atelier of this poet, abides. Ticking of fires cooling can be heard, the rise and fall of virus eating man's soul. Rage has sucked the oxygen of all but those who have become translucent in the wave sweeping over our village. Drumbeats grew louder at first, vibrations coursing through all living things. Crimson and carmine emerged in vivid dreams, air escaping in desperate gasps as lungs collapsed in explosive tephra from retreating volcanoes. As the virulent dust settled amidst the crumbled towers, Spring ephemerals emerged, roots cleansing the toxic soil, sending ions of pure air up thru the translucent blossoms connecting our will to live. Drumbeats became the sound of our hearts beating together once more, prayers of gratitude to a God we can not see, but whose miracles we can not deny. 3/15/20