Melting – an #improv #poem

My heart
(however quietly)
is melting.

Certainly,
this melting is
of love.

But more
than that, it
is a melting

in grief.
How odd
to mourn

people
unseen,
unmet.

Yet my
anguish is
as real

as if
their dying
and suffering

were of
a dearest
love. Strange,

too, how
these troubling
times with

the distance
created by
pandemic

isolation
and political
polarization

have also
made our whole
humanity

smaller.

It is as
if we can
no longer

ignore
the smallness
of our

existence
and the compact
planet

on which
we human
beings once

thrived.

Yes, I
am sad. In
grief, I

hold out
my heart to
the millions

who have
died in the wake
of this wild

year or
two. Just as
much, I also

grieve with
every person
who has lost

someone.
It does not
matter if

it was from
the virus or
not. Why?

Because our
grieving and
commemorations

are traumatized
yet again in
the face

of these
deep and sad
separations.

~ created spontaneously by Stan Stewart
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