Early Wednesday, embraced by Beethoven
on New York classical radio though
half a continent from there, while Kevin,
Marcia, John, Charlie pulsate with life through-
out their mute, narrow Manhattan spaces.
I recall Beethoven using silence,
and think of my four friends, their sweet graces
of silence as they read, pray, reliance
on the Great Reality at their centers.
Love in the time of coronavirus
makes us all hermits, loving dissenters
to natural desires, drives within us
to gather and embrace. Though I’m now gone
from them, I pray we’ll all hold on…hold on.
Roger Armbrust
April 8, 2020
