and in the mist of the new grey day, uncolored by the pattern of another’s fabric in our close grasp, we rise.
we sip from coffee mugs, just the two of us, conversation spilling, yet stale in two-dimensionality.
we plan the day, but stop short of planning, for the days now have measured repeat signs.
sudden unexpected changes in rhythm punctuate the andante pace in isolation,
projects to learn and complete, new rules to follow.
we long for lingering conversations with dear ones, in person, touching distance.
for wine glasses clinking together,
for groceries we do not wash,
for sidewalks we willingly share,
for overdue embraces.
we long for that which was, that which we see we took for granted. we mourn. we grieve.
anger hangs as low clouds; aerosols so fine as to break down walls of solidarity.
laughter is key; we find it hiding around corners, peeking out, entering the fray and retreating. we chase it, grasping its laughter-tail and pulling it back into our life-day like warm taffy.
we watch news of this place, this state, this country, this world and find joy in small stories of goodness, in videos of lions napping on roads.
we long to feel less like we are in a science fiction movie and more like we are in a flattening curve.
we wish we hadn’t watched the movie contagion.
we end the day on top of mount everest, breathing air so thin that every breath is deliberate. we linger on the top-of-the-world, just as other-worldly as our own hometown right now.
we sleep, forgetting for a few hours, waking and, for moments, not remembering.
we step outside, coffee in hand
and the sun warms our faces and we wish to share the patio with voices and slow-dancers.
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