Muting for worship, a Shakespearean sonnet from the pandemic

A poem by Glenn Oldham

'Yet though that assured silence is thus freeing, We seek a larger, deeper, vital one.'

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,
By host assigned, I join the breakout room;
My sighs and teacup’s clinks make others fraught,
If I neglect to mute myself on Zoom.

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