Wednesday, September 1, 2021

Poem: September 1, 2021

Bait and Switch


The kids have been amped up

for about a week now. 

They think we will have to go

virtual because, you know, 

the rumors, and the mitigation

strategies, and the positivity rates.


I guess we thought this year

was going to be different,

was going to be normal.

We all wonder. We all worry.

We’re all human, and uncertainty

stirs us like a blender, and we

just want this to end one way

or another because, let’s be

honest, we’ve all been violated.


And we’ve all been robbed

of a thousand tiny and critical

moments that people used to have. 

We ache for facial expressions 

and for physical proximity. 

We need to feel trust again, but 

trust is in such short supply. 

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