Monday, January 4, 2021

Yes, yes, the horrors.
Yes, the waste. Yes, the pain.
Yes, the way we crumpled,
how we huddled, hurt and aged.

And yes, the heavens mocked us
as they watched us twist and torque,
tortured by their constance, 
by their ease and by their work. 

Yes, the way we gathered
only loosely, not quite close,
while the bluish lights before us
reflected copies of our homes.

But yes, our shared resilience
lets us rise and stand again.
Yes, our hope. Yes, our yearning.
Yes, our body, voice and pen.

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