One day we’ll all look back
and tell the younger generations
how fear and panic halted the tracks
of a society that barely understood the word “breathe.”
How distance became the norm
and uneasiness lay underneath
masks that hid noses and smiles—forlorn...
shifting eyes and wide berths around strangers.
How do we survive?
When the neighbor we once loved is now seen as danger?
When beings created for touch are expected to thrive
six feet apart?
Murmured prayers amid pockets of desperation.
Do we have anything to return back to?
Photo by Wallace Chuck.