Social Isolation: Day 63
Warm air seeps
up from the south
into our isolation.
I want to stay like this.
How many friends have said
they want to stay like this,
still,
open to the little variations
in light, in bird song,
pollen drift, in humans
with their uncut hair,
sleeping later, sleeping less,
their dreams?
How many have said
they are remembering
the work they have to do—
so much more vital
than the kind that earned
a paycheck?
When normal calls us back
again, how many
in unguarded moments
will wear the look of astronauts,
grave, present, but
always homesick
for the long view
and for weightlessness.
Sherry Robbins, May 20, 2020
Ahhhhh…moves me
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