Don’t press on             not today
go back to the starting point
            the land of enchantment
   where light was in charge
            and there was no sound
  high desert sun     mountains
         that grew larger or smaller
                    as light allowed
and a child, one of many, I imagine,
who felt herself invisible
who spent no words
            and wove those absences
    as glamour
to misdirect      to hide
   what light was giving her
            to work with.
                        You remember.
from Readings, S. Robbins   July 2019
And Check out The New York Times June 11, 2020 article
The Poems That Poets Turn to in a Time of Strife

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