Virus Lay aside your polarized thoughts, Let bleed the fear from your heart, Go out into the glory of the world and breathe deeply: The sea, the moor, the mountain, the field. I am not your Nemesis, My hugs will not kill you, They are in fact Vaccinations. The old world, sick and dying Grasps ever tighter to control. Its weak and ailing hand cannot hold you. Kindly refuse its shaming protestations and directives, Give it thanks for getting us to this shore, Then cast it adrift, afire, on a funery raft To dissolve with the ebb tide Into the furnace of the Westering sun. Now wade out into the darkening waters And submerge Your shelf-life self, Wash free the last of it. And as the Baptist‘s strong and loving hand Pulls you back up for air: Rise In sovereign beauty, And bring bold your right imaginations, Gut genius and opened heart, To the listening Of true, well sounded voices. Humans being, Witnessing the birth pains Of a new politics Of wisdom Uncertainty Nobility And unconditional Love.