Dear Pandemic of Solitude,

I am grateful I can still put two words together after
two years, and that the body I borrowed still has
a little time left to be returned.

Outside, the sound of rain makes things real.

The sound of the thunder rages amongst winds frustration.

I say, "I lack, therefore I am".
I say, "I am but a craving for more when and
at the same time, I know that to lack
I am correspondingly full".


Sara Fielder © Apr 2022