Another poem for the pandemic

Today it was announced that we are under a "stay at home" order. Only the essential are to be leaving for work and out and about... Thank God we can still go to the park--as long as we keep our distance.

On the last day before the last day of the world

the leaves were green

and a breeze stirred the sunlit shadows.

A single brown leaf dropped

from somewhere high

only to stop

midair

dangling,

glistening as it turned, catching

the light and the shade.

It hung there as if a sign

that the first thing to go

would be gravity,

until I realized

it must be caught in a web

now broken.

On the last day before

the last day of the world

a spider rested; its work finally done.

Yet even now it descends,

gathering broken strands,

to begin again.