Tillage
by Michael R. Burch
(a coronavirus poem about stasis and potential for recovery by reconnecting)
What stirs within me
is no great welling
straining to flood forth,
but an emptiness
waiting to be filled.
I am not an orchard
ready to be harvested,
but a field
rough and barren
waiting to be tilled.
Keywords/Tags: stasis, potential, hopelessness, hope, recovery, recovery from disaster, reconciliation, tillage, raw, barren, field, tabula rasa, blank slate, blank verse, isolation, seclusion, distress, distance, distancing, palimpsest, plow, plowing, sow, sowing, seed, planting, farm, farming, social behavior, society
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I would like to translate this poem
I liked this - for both it's simplicity and expressiveness - the duality of the stanzas was a nice touch as well. I feel your corona isolation =]