"Quarantine Diaries," by David Garyan (Day 50)

Photo by Tigran Hovhannisyan

Quarantine Diaries – Day 50

May 3rd, 2020

Trento, Italy

Resolution

The end of any night

began without foresight—

when the first sunrise

climbed over the horizon.

Darkness remains an empire

oppressing the land.

Still it recedes like a law

people are sick of following.

There’s no beginning

to a beginning,

and really no end

to an end.

Our fate is a wedding ring

stretching across the earth’s skin;

it’s a pair of boots that can

hold all the world’s snow.

We, however, own just one shoe lace,

running from the Big Bang

to the lowest point on earth.

We live in a guitar

whose body can shelter

all the howls of mankind,

but there’s only one string

for us to play our nature.

There’s no escape from a prison

that no longer wants to imprison you.

There’s no progress in a science

whose vision doesn’t improve growing older.

There’s no hope in a church which prays

for the sick only if people attend.

How much longer must our history

go on if its future is a wave,

starting at the ocean’s edge

and always returning

to the same place?