Days run together
And soon I don’t know ...
Is it Wednesday or Saturday?
We step through this disorienting, timelessness
of social distancing, quarantine, isolation.
I watch the news, increasingly grim,
And realize that we all will know someone
touched by a COVID-19 death.
And this grief overwhelms me,
Knowing that things will never be the same.
There will be suffering.
There is suffering. Right now.
Can we trust that humanity will get through this?
Like we got through the Black Death?
Like we got through the Great Wars?
Like we got through unimaginable disasters?
Tenacious human spirits hang on.
We adapt, we hope, we move, always, towards healing.
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