Magnifying Glass

Magnifying Glass

 

What is left when a person is gone?

A disease spread across the world,

We watched the numbers crawl,

It was exciting �" time off word, time spent with loved ones we craved,

The country screaming “stay at home!”

And we did.

We stayed indoors,

The walls slowly closed in,

We read, we played, we baked, we watched.

We watched too much and did too little.

 

What is left when the doors are closed?

Speaking on a telephone.

A screen incomparable to flesh,

A micro-expression haltered by connection delays,

Thank the stars for the worst to happen in the digital age,

The “new normal” catching our breath,

Tightening the bubble wrap around our humanity.

 

What is left when the ambulance is called?

A panic, a fret, a worry,

Constant worry.

Faith ensures that all will be fine,

So many are surviving.

Hope.

 

What is left when a person is gone?

Another figure,

A sea of faces on our television screens,

Another “too old”, “too frail”, “too unwell”,

“Too late”.

If this is the new normal,

Transformation is welcome.