In Times Like These

The flotilla of ivory sculpture on catamaran of clouds, sailing on the singing spring air in the cerulean sky, turned to a menacing fleet bringing sudden scare now in the shadow of invisible danger, changing our lives. Entangled in the self-centric social web of seeking life, the separation of footprints on track of changing times, enhanced perforce at the dictate of the survival instinct, cracks in connectivity widen never likely to close aga in. The sunburst splendor of the dawning sky I still see, the rays of hope etching golden lines on gloom reach me. It won’t be long when the black clouds will melt away, so it’s time now to revere the ravaged nature we neglect. Enwrapped in the collapsed wings of the caged bird, the confined psyche crumbles in the abyss of isolation, with spirit held high it’ll rise fortified from debris of twenty after the tormenting tide ebbs after times like these. May 7, 2020