“We are in this together”
I read
Standing in line
6 feet apart, in mind, in soul
We seem together sure,
But somehow fragmented
Allied not at heart
But just for a chart
For utility, posterity
So whats the point of pretending?
I thought.
I cover my hands and face
To protect others, myself
Social distance, as if it were new
As if the lonely blues
Were a “now thing”
Not a “then thing”
Hopefully we learn some thing.
But at least we oblige
With determination in our eyes
Some even rise to the task
Volunteer, donate masks
Yet in it together? hardly
In it together, for ourselves? Perhaps
The nuance, a defining stance.
As I walk back from my errand
From the frantic grab and go
I wonder
And I ponder
Will we emerge
Spiritually?
Spiritually renewed?
Spiritually eschewed?
or will we forget
Like the hardship we beget
On the daily
Walking past hardship
And remembering -
barely.
And it’s at that point I heard
A saying echoing the empty streets
Once filled with deceit
“Were we in this together
We would not be in this together”