As fast as the virus and then some,
Love is spreading. In the hands of doctors
and nurses, it spreads. Through the central nervous system
of the species like an electric shock.
Love grows with invisible power.
Love is spreading. Everywhere,
in more places than the virus could ever be,
Love is taking over. We are on lock down and
Love is our warden. A national guard is needed
to keep it from getting too big. A pandemic of hope.
Love is spreading. For the sick and the healthy.
For the lost and the saved. For the living and the dead.
For any being that has ever contributed to the project of Life.
There is Love and it is spreading. Infecting the cell with truth.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
See all his poems on Tea House here.
