If I tell you a story, will it set your mind at ease?

Gather around your fires,

 each set apart due to health suggestions,

  and lose yourself for a bit.

I will try to project my voice,

 hopefully without a tinge of shouting.

Hear me in the back?

Let's roll.

Crickets.

Shouldn't have waited for the pause.

Try again.

  Keep your distance,

   at least three feet,

    and dance along with me.

  Time our spins,

    smile with untouched echoes.

  Tap your foot and spin.

    Pause,

     grow still.

      Worry shown in the stillness.

  Others circle,

   eyebrow upraised,

   concern without closing.

New way of sharing,

 one beyond words.

Always at a distance.

Hold out your hand,

 desperate.

Watching the dimming lights circle.

Reviews

[Lorry]

I am picturing an audience, sweating at thethought someone will brush against them, wearing question mark eyebrows anf bunny caught in headlight eyes. Even their surgical masks have a black-filled O, representing their mouth, as they wring their sanitised hands like the obsessive compulsives their 100 loo roll shopping lists have found them out as being. (is loo roll a cure I haven't heard of?)
Maybe they should self isolate by going offline too, just in case they get a computer virus. 😷

[Jon Roggie]

While the temptation of graveyard humor is taking over, I have to say these people have no sense.

[Patricia Wedel]

Picture this scene with wearing surgical masks
and not touching any other person. The dance of
living to see our grandchildren grow up.
Could this be a sonnet in my bonnet...
as written by Shakespeare.... truly, Pat

[Jon Roggie]

And the fool takes a bow, and dances away.

Jon

[barleygirl]

Jon -- an imaginative whimsical poem that can be taken a number of ways, from straightforward carving out a new reality, or as a spoof on how some people are pushing the boundaries of these limits while other people scream about it, just a constant din lately.
Pat -- loved reading your comment becuz of this line: "the dance of living to see our g-kids grow up" (brilliant way to put it!) But the first time I read that, I read it wrong & I thought you were saying that our g-kids would be growing up with this new normal (how things are right now, as never-ending) since we can never know what other viruses are ready to spring!?!?!
Anyhow, both of you gave me lots of pause to ponder! Thanks for that! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes...!it is quite a dance to continue breathing... ballerinas toe their way as we waltz to Bohemian Rhapsodies around the World. Gently, Pat

[Jon Roggie]

How am I supposed to respond to this? The subject has outgrown the words. Time for some Jimmy Cliff.