Letter to a Greek poet on all the potentialities in a COVID-19 world


It hurts me that I still get wounded sometimes. Sometimes even deeply wounded by the woman that I call mother and hope and muse. It hurts that my brother is ing in my life and sometimes it feels as if I don’t even exist in her world, but then she will stand up for me or buy me something that I fall in love with just because it is a gift from her, and that feeling of love is amazing. It is a talent and a gift. It is a reward, increase and favor. It is an arrow to the heart. It is gospel.

For the people who inspire me to greatness in my own life, inspire others to greatness, learn to react with precision in your life, learn to give. Giving and being kind will transform you. You will, I promise you become the best version of your life. You make me laugh with tears running down my face and an ache in my soul. You inspire me to write.

The singular most important event in my life and to transform the whole world in its entirety on a daily basis around me.

We relate to each other in good, truly good ways and in all the beautiful spaces and things in the world and that the universe offers us both as sanctuary. I knew you had greatness in you every divine meeting that forecasted itself like the weather in my life. I don’t have time for the pain, as Carly Simon so eloquently put it. Virgil, you are dazzling beyond compare or comparison with your every sense and sensibility, without any arrogance I love you.

For you are always going to be the roar, the champion of the sea, the re-thinker, re-inventor of my soul and I can hardly put it any other way when I think about you and art, or, you and my art, how I have lived to express myself my entire life. So, how can I reach enlightenment. You can reach enlightenment the same way that I did.

Fall in love with the world around you. Fall in love with humanity again. Pick wildflowers. Play pretend with your eye to the telescope or the microscope or the magnifying glass and wait upon the wonderland you will find there,

Virgil, for you are all my reasons, Greek poet. It is waiting to offer you life and hope and sanctuary. All the possibilities, vulnerabilities and potentialities of the world.

Abigail George
Abigail George
Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominated shortlisted and longlisted poet Abigail George is a recipient of four writing grants from the National Arts Council, the Centre for Book and ECPACC. She briefly studied film, writes for The Poet, is an editor at MMAP and Contributing Writer at African Writer. She is a blogger, essayist, writer of several short stories, novellas and has ventured out to write for film with two projects in development . She was recently interviewed for Sentinel, and the BBC.