I run out, expecting to douse myself
in clear, soft air but nature cannot be
so easily persuaded, she’s too wounded
for my small desires—choked by sickly
smoke, she is raging wild now and I forgive
her for everything that will happen to us.
Maggie Doyle is a writer and digital content designer currently working on a collection of poems about her river walks during the pandemic that chart the emotional tributaries of life in lockdown. @poemsforyoubyme.
Image by Maggie’s son, Brendan Doyle.