This retired senior captured a sunrise today
in natural light with a full-frame camera.
She is an iPhone witness to birds spreading their gorgeous broad wings, a rainbow in a fountain, and can attest to having spotted the Easter bunny.
She is among the multitudes
transmitting their art from remote locations across the vast wireless divide and
wondering which photographic filter to apply in a world frantically adapting to change. Observing through a long lens
her fellow humans scouring novel viruses from cracked fingers
Flushing the disease down the muddied drain
Of remembrance
In a daze of black and white.
In search of the new normal
avoiding contact, maintaining a six-foot distance, then touching gloveless
the same credit scanner, dollar bills, soda can.
As the idiots spit into the lettuce, cough at clerks,
Their vacant stares mock the establishment.
The rest of us are
scratching itchy eyes, ears, and noses
reckoning our mutual frailties.
A merciful how and when, if now,
will the end come?
Corney Press 