Caused by Quarantine


Joanna Lee

Inspired by the lavender bush outside of author Raylee Lewis’ home, the graphic provides a visual to the pensiveness of the poem as well as the smell of “black earth and lavender.”

As the rain pitters on my rooftop 

a sort of wonder washes over me as if 

It were trying to drown out all certainty

From my waking memories


A fragrant wisp of black earth 

and lavender fills my room

As wind in the trees whisper unspoken

Truths about the past and present 

And what will soon be


But there is a burning,

Not a burning candle or cloth

Nor walls nor wood but a burning

Question that longs to be answered


Am I hungry or just bored?