A month ago

Elsa awakened elemental spirits.

I watched with my daughters

on the big screen.

Snuggled close. Scooched in.

No hands washed. No sanitizer. Snacking on popcorn,

licking butter off fingers,

sharing water bottles,

savouring sour cherries.


Today, Into the Unknown

plays as I drive to work,

like an anthem calling me;

an echo off houses that shudder

with silence.

A blue mask, gloves and yellow gown,

passengers to my stethoscope.


As spring awakens

the playgrounds are wrapped

in a yellow bow

not a gift, but barriers.

Eliot did say April is the cruelest month,

mixing memory and desire.

The thought of children laughing,

the wish to see them playing.


The bright sun rises over hoodoos

as it did once for dinosaurs,

now extinct.

A sun that sparks

fears of crowds

who don’t believe

this is happening.


Human beings forget

how bodies are fallible

until disease stops the

easy rhythm of doing things

over and over and

over again.