This morning the sea is light jade, the color of Chinese celadon,
a transparent glaze used during the 13th century Song Dynasty.
For one hour I thrash through my miseries, multiplied by Corona.
Will we travel to see family this Thanksgiving?
We’ll have to use public bathrooms. Those toilets don’t have covers.
The spray from flushing can be inhaled.
Where will we stop for the night? Will it be clean? I must bring wipes
Will we inspire the micron aerosols from strangers?
The droplets should be pink, the way they appear under a microscope.
Then we could just walk around them.
Can I hug my grandchildren? It will have been a year since I’ve seen them.
But they will have just returned from school. They’re not living like hermits.
What if one of us gets the virus? Could we survive intubation and
ventilators? Is our will up-to-date?
Terns dip low to the water. Miles from shore, boats resemble bath-tub
toys. A fisherman reels in a long silvery fish for dinner.
A dolphin arcs upward out of the calm sea. I have been wasting
this gift of time, this glory of God, while writing my own Lamentations.
Two Blue Angels pierce the cumulus clouds above.
I enter the water’s womb. It is enough.
Pensacola Beach, June 19, 2020
Life in the Time of CoronaWithin weeks after March 11, 2020 World Health Organization’s declaration of COVID-19 as a pandemic, West Florida Literary Federation offered its writers a catharsis. By April, regional writers were submitting words and images to preserve this time in history. The ongoing project began with Phase I, a special edition of The Legend published in May. It featured more than thirty juried submissions. Life in the Time of Corona continues with Phase II, updated as submissions are accepted. Here are the voices of health care workers, poets, essayists, historians, and the images of artists and photographers, documenting this time in Northwest Florida's history. The ongoing project ends with the advent of a vaccine or declaration by the World Health Organization.
Social Distancing at Johnson's Beach
Six Feet Apart
The Last Haircut
The Passage to Paradise
When Hammock Becomes Mask
ProseRiding Out a Hurricane in a Pandemic
To Butt in or Not
Bends and Turns
Pandemic Pen Pals
Prayer to The Theotokos
Grieving Loss of Many Kinds
Why Wear Masks?
COVID 19 Sidewalk Chalk 4-16-2020
View from Within
The Enigma of Deadman’s Island
In the Kitchen with Andrea, Corona, the Dalai Lama, and Archbishop Tutu
Meditations on the Coronavirus
Life in the Time, Again, of Pandemic
PoetryOnly 2 Things
A Muted Life
America is on Life Support; Prognosis Poor
Crossing COVID Bay
Next Week’s Plans
A View of the Stars
Some Inland Curse
From My Soul To Yours
Eating the Mango
Blindly It Slays Thee
Death in the Time of Corona
What to Do
The Earth Lives On
COVID-19 from the Beginning
Let This Scourge Pass
Earth Day, 2020
Old School Dream
Chronicle of Fools
Ghost of COVID-19
The Year of the Virus
The Mask III
Behind the Mask
Short FictionPassage to Paradise
Mardi Gras Queen
The LegendThe Legend Special Edition Life in the Time of Corona