Life in the Time of COVID-19, Part 41
The poem we are publishing today is by San Antonio’s Poet Laureate Andrea “Vocab” Sanderson and it’s paired with original photo art by Michael Mehl, San Antonio’s premier photo artist and founder of Fotoseptiembre USA. It’s an eloquent duo!
In an Effort to Translate Solitude
By Andrea “Vocab” Sanderson
When I told you, “My sheets are empty,”
did you think of blank paper or vacant covers?
Place a pillow over these words to hide my language, if you wish.
You will muffle the sounds of whispers and belly aching cries dried in ink.
My heart feels like canceled trips and postponed plans.
How can palpitations exist without wounds and wishes?
I am hurting and harboring simultaneously,
these griefs in a wicker basket; and they are made of liquid.
Your hands were never fashioned to be a cup or my comforter.
When the leak reaches the dirt more than just my expressions are muddied.
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Wow Andrea,
I so love this. “griefs in a wicker basket” and ” Belly aching cries dried in ink” San Antonio is so lucky to have you represent us as Poet Laureate.