steady, now


At first

the faucet has a spartan – yet not beyond notice – leak.

At first.


The reports begin


and there

News outlets making a couple extra bucks with a couple extra baits.


Wuhan has shut things down. People in China can’t leave their homes.


First case in Korea. First case in Iran. In Italy. In Japan.

drip drip drip drip

At some point, thanks to the wonders of biology, statistics, and human nature

Something changes.

The drip steadies


And then, a torrent

I keep my distance from the group of workers not keeping theirs, clustered nearby.

They’re engaged in a feverish conversation

I overhear

Test kit


Only people who have had the test.

And I find myself wondering about the impact of the first global pandemic in, well, a while.

The trickles down, the threads connected, the intricate links between industries. Between lives.

The impact on one of us.

The impact on all.

Sometimes a drip becomes a wave

We see it. We stand firm.

We wait. Because we have no choice, really

But to stand, and simply,

hold our breath

Published by Radutti

Teaching in Ha Noi, screwing things up daily but surviving to write about it. ...everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?

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  1. Great metaphor, something with which we can all relate. A poem was a great idea to drip out some big ideas in smaller doses, and change the pace for the reader. I loved it.

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  2. I, too, love the imagery of this slice. All of your water words paired with the only way to survive (to hold your breath) carries such intense significance in the wave of a respiratory pandemic. SO well-crafted! Thank you for sharing.


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