In the latter months
of pandemic year 2020
we gave up expectations
Fully wrapped in the uncertainty
we became travelers along empty highways
it was the land without people
Into the loneliness
once wild land bearing remnants
artifacts of travel
hardy desert weeds grown through concrete where you could have bought gas in another time
We rolled along during The Pause
through the twilight zone between the before and the after
Feeling ourselves near the finish
that time when the pandemic fades into just another piece of history
we mark the moment the official pandemic deaths in this country surpasses one million
May their spirits find sanctuary
within the mountain folds
upon the lonely winds
rest within herb steeped shadows
of this our continent
lux aetеrna, luceat eis …
requiem aeternam dona eis domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis
*final words are from Rutter Requiem
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