Our future pendulum
Will surely swing
In both directions
I will want to hug
And hold hands tighter
Longer than normal
The normal before this hit
You will want to stand apart
Maybe not six feet
Two or three at least
So we cannot touch
Even if we reach
Until on some quiet night
We start to forget
Gradually resetting
To a distance that feels safe
Not dictated by past
External guidelines
Or internal fears
But by a future
Present moment
Of just yours and mine
When we are safe
Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley 