August Delta

More than half-way in 

to the second Covid year

Dream of rusty parts, 

caked, round, metal, hollow, grim.

The planet reels.

Hurried, then slows. Grace?

The conductor punches time.

At rest, fear returns

Then scuttles off leaving pain

As its calling card.

My final companion:

A hungry, black cat.

                                    © Karen E. Joyce 2021