by Mitra Motlagh
Have I been expecting certainty?
Am I gripping onto
how soon this will all be over?
The Virus can kill,
but so can breathing
hate on my neighbor.
In many ways,
it’s this:
unwilling to adapt
to an unprecedented
opportunity.
(Even as I say it,
the word seems
too enlightened).
We were not prepared
for brutal realities.
We were asked to put on the mask,
but some refused to remove the one within.
Trudging on
as if the earth
had no heartbeat.
So I must find my ground
where it doesn’t seem to exist,
yet where it’s always been.
Get down close enough
and you might also feel
this wide field humming.
