At the time of the Pandemic

A letter to New York, New York

From Manhattan to Queens.
From Brooklyn to the Bronx.
The beating heart of America
Is strangely still

I know your heart is kind.
Your hand outstretched
To touch those who do not have
A piece of the Dream.

Your suffering is palpable
Your grief I understand.
So much poverty,
In such a wealthy land.

So many friends you’ve lost.
So many neighbours gone.
To be buried with out
A single prayer.

But you will grow.
You will return.
To be better than before
As you can see in stark relief
The sighing of the poor.

I hope to come and see you soon,
when once again its safe
to walk your streets
to hear the noise
of normal life.

Until then keep the faith.
Be Strong

With Love,
M