“Viral Twilight” by Vicki Joy McClure
Updated: May 10
Viral twilight of dark night
Solitary, aimless, absent presence.
This unfamiliar familiar dusky predicament when
Time stands still, but comes to pass, intruding.
The world in me gets sent to its room.
Time out. Slow down. Lament.
Count the cost. Mourn the loss. Reset.
Apologize. Make amends.
Fearful, desolate, exhausted.
Uneasy and Waiting.
Sole-full and soul-full.
Leaning like a rag-doll on a high and dusty shelf.
Yearning, but with no capacity to relate
To those or that which anchored before.
Building blocks of me no more significant now
Than strangers named in ancient phone books.
But One. The Leading Edge. Birthing, creating, dawning
From void and chaos and anguish and dark. Here
In evenings and mornings, seasons, years, and ages.
Coaxing me to observe the hazy absence ‘til
Something emerges from it.
—Vicki Joy McClure, Covid isolation week 8, May 1, 2020