Social Isolation: Day 45

May Day. May Day.
This is a day
we used to dance
around Maypoles,
jump fires,
weave flowers
into each other’s hair.
 
This is a day nuns taught us
(priests didn’t like it)
to build May altars
in our homes.
O, Mary, we crown thee
with blossoms today.
 
Mayday. A call for help.
This is a day
we used to march in the streets.
The people united
will never be defeated.
 
This is a day, a May day,
we may be isolated,
but I will call to hear your voice
and together, miles apart,
we can stare out separate windows
at this ancient fertile world.
 
 
 
S. Robbins, May 1, 2020

Category: A series begun with the COVID-19 isolations, Poems, series    

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