Do you think
when
these days
grow free
of infection
we’ll remember
the give
to match
the take?
When we
evaluate
lost pay,
eviction,
empty plate
will it dawn
that the hungry
and lost
are mirrors
not cost?
As we recall
barren shelves
emptied
by panic
and wealth
will we reconsider
the precept
that selfish
is free?
As we sit alone
behind masks
and distance
on CO2 planet
that destroys
our resistance
will clearcut
fall to
humility?
Driven away
from touch
and embrace,
from arena,
chapel,
school,
cafe,
stadium,
and stage…
Will bird,
and leaf,
plant
and harvest,
pencil
and poem
cloud,
and sky
return
to fill
our eyes?
When we
wake
from this
spell
of hoard
and hide
will we
dig deep
to fill
the losing
with hands
of bridging,
reaching,
sharing,
giving?
