A Poem In This Time Of Solitude. Poem by Bernard Kennedy

The warnings given,
'wash hands and surfaces,
do not touch or hug'. Extimacy.
Monastic solitude the order of the day.
Alone or loneliness? To save ourselves and others.
Always we are other even that is viral thought.
'Lavabo inter innocentes manus meus',
to my latin childhood.
The virus, Covid 19, mathematical and
matheme thwarting desire. Being is
spiral not viral and resistance is
solitude for community. A moebius strip
A virus replicating inside.
The human essence.
A complexity of inner and outer.
Corona, a crown. Moebius.
Last evening in the Enniskerry Sky,
a deep red and purple, azure blue,
and light pink- Chakra, of earths crown,
our belonging as self,
connection to the divine,
expressed of self, a palette of hope.
And in the morning the cyclists gather in the square
to mountain climb.