This year has unravelled
like a discarded old sweater.
The sound of distant
traffic that died weeks ago
sounds closer now,
and the empty pandemic town
has started to regain its orange glow.
How long will we see the stars,
scattered like salt across the night sky?
We must not give in to temptation,
take our eyes off heaven,
knit everything back up
the way it was before.
Be careful what you wish for.
Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2020
A poem re-written for earthweal open link weekend
I’ve rewritten a response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Day 20: When Good Wishes Go Bad from 20th April 2016.