Hope in a Time of Covid

Hope can be a recluse that is befitting

Of a company or a crowd.

Sometimes the greatest dimensions are carved

By the promising hour and the dare of

Surpassing the courage you were born with.

To be brave is new territory, it is

Blossoming a crooked smile that is neither

Symmetrical nor flashy but a rule of law

In the cynical manifesto. Still you can look

Beyond that young man. The sun dripping color,

The rain dragging your face to a glass pane,

To look outside of your hermitage.

Hope is the best of two worlds, a summons

Of God to pave a road to a distant fate,

With a sense of carpe diem. The first is found as

Interfaced palms and the other, the grip of

Something that pushes you to raise the proverbial bar.

To be able to see tomorrow with precision clarity

Is by itself a beatitude. Ink that was liberated

From the pen of Norman Vincent Peale,

Was always secondary to what leaked

Out of the cranium of Miguel De Cervantes.

That crooked smile hides abyssal pain.

Those raining tears open shut floodgates.

And still the intercourse of smile upon smile

Has merit – there is a connection to be

Made there. Poetic words resonate inside

Me as I write this paltry verse,

Earning the beleaguered stripes of tomorrow, braving

The rough seas of an abject contemporary.

God repairs what is broken not

With a tube of superglue but with pasted lines

Obvious on the face of a bathroom mirror.

To read a line from that giant of a man, Tagore, is

An hour spent with a psychologist.

Oh Sigmund I pity you, there is so much

Joy in the superficial, the cosmetic, the sheer,

To resurface what was forgotten.

An empty washing line spanning ear to ear,

Flashing for a short impermanence,

Her brilliant white pegs.

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