Every day has a moment
Which squeezes out a note to say
That this is every other day
Except we never quite get it
It’s pandemic gets away
Infects us in our special way
So we wake to thinking new fantasies
Of new plans, new day
Unconvinced until the moment
That we are master of all we create
Lord of night eclipse and sunny day
Looping string theories around the Milky Way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem