Jeffrey N. Johnson, 58, Alexandria, VA, USA

2020

The Ides of March came raging this year,
defining those essential and those not
in sometimes arbitrary ways.

Cursed from dugouts and half-courts,
we learn to play chess;
banned from classroom and choir,
we meditate on piano alone.

And in the absence of touch on a larger scale,
as lights across the globe extinguish
one-by-one, we hunker within our four walls,
knowing now with great certainty,
we are all essential.

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