After Thinking About The Fates and Contemplating Our Own



Scientists are now surmising that origins of the virus

may be attributed to human behavior, our encroachment

on wild lands where animals become stressed by the change;

and in some cases are transported  elsewhere …..

                                                       CNN reports


Fog piles on the mountain

and the ancient woman (there)

spins much of it into thinner threads

that warm the wind and bind us to spring.


A task she has performed for days,

and yet in the past few, we haven’t heard

from  numerous birds that nest

in the nearby pines


or seen squirrels rummaging

through the grass for stray seeds, the hedges

for loose berries.


The gardener ( an old man with Inca blood) says

something drove them off, maybe stress

or the scent of disaster.


I can only recall

that my neighbors spent an hour

burning the synthetic tarp

that didn’t fit their roof. The smell so bad

someone phoned the fire chief


and the big truck came

dowsing the flame, the toxic fumes. White smoke

lingered along with shadows

of the street lamp and pergola

lengthened by the afternoon, showing perhaps


how we’ve extended

our space in the high desert,  angered the crone

who has spun more than fog.  A fuse


that was lit and led to forests

still burning, a virus that rages

through borders and walls, the bone gates

of  our breath.


As the title infers, the  old woman on the mountain alludes to Clotho, one of the three sisters in Greek Mythology who determines the fate of earth and humankind. She was known as the spinner and spun the length lifespan of each human as well as helping to determine the course of each person’s destiny.

5 replies on “After Thinking About The Fates and Contemplating Our Own”

Every time humans stick their noses where they don’t belong, something grabs on and won’t let go. It’s really very simple; coronavirus has to be a mutation from something which already existed.

An excellent poem with a clear message about reaping what is sown.


Dear Michael and Craig,

Thank you so much for reading and commenting on this poem! I deeply appreciate it. Please take care and stay safe during this very frightening and uncertain time.

My best to you both,



Your poem wears the wisdom and the majick
of the ancient, a cloak you wove expertly with
your pen. As always, superb poetry that awakens
the reader to an enduring truth.

A joy to be reading you!!



Thanks so much Sarah,

I deeply appreciate your kind words and encouragement toward this poem! This is such a difficult and challenging time. Our environment, too, is suffering and I believe the earth is very angry with humankind right now. Let’s pray all will be well and eventually recover!!

My best to you
Take care

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