“Daybreak, 3/21/21”

Early fog descended along the banks of Schweitzer marsh as gilded shocks of grass struggled to hold the morning light. Shortly before daybreak, night air collided with warmer open waters creating pockets of fog that shrouded the thickets of black willow and shoreline sedge. And beyond the silt banks, century old pin oaks, elite denizens of these wetlands, still stand, sharing ground with their scions, adding dimension and solitude to the landscape and bringing to mind a quote of Thomas Mann:

“Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous – to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.”

The second half of Mann’s proposition seemed particularly prescient as spring, 2021 had arrived gently in northeast Ohio with temperatures in the 50’s and 60’s. Nothing in this early spring image could suggest the unseasonable, unfathomable year of viral death that preceded. Reflecting on nature’s sublime beauty as it aligned with the equinox that day, my thoughts turned to the morning’s news that had reported Coronavirus deaths had just exceeded 557,000.

How can we square in our minds a physical reality that holds at opposite extremes such profound beauty and tragic loss? With varying success, poets and other artists have plumbed this contradiction. In a perverse twist of irony all its own, Joseph Stalin understood it best perhaps remarking, “A single death is a tragedy, a thousand deaths a statistic.”