Arriving via planes and passengers, on ships and surfaces,
it came in unseen—invisible to the naked eye.
A scourge, a pestilence, a pandemic,
it laid claim to lives and livelihoods, freedoms and joys.
Shedding suffering, fear, xenophobia, isolation,
it also scattered gifts of great value in its deadly wake.
Robbing us of breath,
it gave our Great Mother a moment to breathe.
Stealing our businesses and busyness,
it presented a pause to reflect and reprioritize what matters most.
Seemingly stopping time and diurnal rhythms,
it created the possibility of a different, more meaningful life.
Living in Happy Valley, Michele Mekel wears many hats of her choosing: writer and editor; educator and bioethicist; poetess and creatrix; cat herder and chief can opener; witch and woman; and, above all, human. Her work has appeared in various academic and creative publications.