Tagged: distance

in the middle of

in the middle of
a pandemic, wondering
what restoration

feels like is a privilege
reserved for the back of the line
.
20210102:1316
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on the first day of

two days before the

two days before the
new year, there is less bustling,
less homecoming, less

celebration, and more effort
to be together in spirit
.
20201230:0938
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in a pandemic,

in a pandemic,
everyone is practicing
getting over the

hump of the holidays without
our loved ones – here’s to stuffing
.
20201228:2028
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because we can stave

because we can stave
off hunger for much longer,
treasure these moments

when we are together, stow
them away for a rainy day
.
20201223:1553
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perhaps we will have

perhaps we will have
sweet potatoes from our garden
next year – places to

go, people to see, moments
to share – vaccinated and free
.
20201221:1241
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we’ve been here before –

we’ve been here before –
six days before christmas and
not yet home – somehow,

it feels different, homeward bound
plays in the distance, with teeth
.
20201219:1050
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we are a handful

we are a handful
of traditions away from
tolerating one

another, another handful
from some kind of understanding
.
20201205:0845
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eight months into our

eight months into our
global pandemic, we arm
ourselves with distance,

a semblance of normalcy
tangoing with vigilance
.
20201111:1032
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when there is no end

when there us no end
in sight, our minds make up a
mirage, a target,

a mission – between here abd
nowhere, the distance flickers
.
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