There is a moment that waits
between then and now,
between now and hereafter;
a space where everything and nothing

is possible.

It is the pause before the breath not taken,
and the pause before the first breath of all,
the sound gap in the pulse of the respirator.

Light lingers, blood-orange on the lip of
the horizon, but we see that sun has set
and the tide is almost on the turn.

We wait for the water’s rise.

Image is an artist rendition of the shape of the coronavirus. Yes, it is heartshaped. We believe this is to remind us to use this time to come together.

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