A reflection on what "living with Covid" means.
Miasma
It’s in the air we breathe, hidden
But spreading even as we speak
It came, silently, a thief unbidden
Like a wave still to reach a peak
Fatigue, breathlessness: a legacy
At times painful, at others mild
Lingering reminder of supremacy
Striking alike old man and child
Learning to live with the virus
Meaningless words, new cliché
Can one be friend with Orisis?
Death comes, the world is grey
Honesty: not knowing how to cope
Resolution: compassion, prayer, hope
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