It’s been a while since I’ve written a poem that wasn’t a song.
I haven’t really been processing my feelings about the global pandemic and its repercussions on our daily lives, aside from its impact on Yappie the Musical.
I think I was hiding behind the musical, convincing myself that I was ok, too.
So here’s my attempt at making sense of the tangled thoughts and emotions from the past few weeks.
Today at the store I walked between shelves hands in pockets practicing decisiveness. Perusing, holding weight between my fingers was yesterday. Today I float through space wave to you from two aisles down fist bump the air. We smile. Because it's funny. This new normal. Today only air will brush past my arm. I won't feel the heat on your skin sense your heart beat in a hug. Today the distance between us is thick choking on cries for contact to know we're alive.