Holy Water in the Age of Covid

Holy Water In The Age of Covid

The priests said

the world was ever right

if we sit with calm,

a bottle of holy water

run from the tap

of our self-contained houses.

We left the rhythm of the womb,

and the rocking of the cradle

to learn the rocking of beats

until the silence exploded.

Wise men held their tongues,

as should those at the poker table.

People obsessed over

the depths of their breath,

through their noses, their skin.

A haven of things discovered

within new messages

of what the night told them,

and the day concurred.

There’s still thirst

now that the wine has been drunk,

but that water from the tap is not only holy, but wet.

Linda Imbler

Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include four published works by Amazon, “Big Questions, Little Sleep,” “Lost and Found,” “Red Is The Sunrise,”   and “Bus Lights, Travel Sights.”  Soma Publishing has published her three e-book collections, “The Sea’s Secret Song,”  “Pairings,” a hybrid of short fiction and poetry, and “That Fifth Element.” Examples of Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.  In addition to writing, she helps her husband, a Luthier, build acoustic guitars. 


  1. Needs a frame. Fine work.

  2. Most corona poems lack artistry. This poem has the urgency necessary to inform the artistry. Well done.

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