Closing Doors and Stepping Inside
of hurts and hopes, possibilities lost for now,
Close yourself away from teeming masses of germs,
discover yourself--what remains
when the social self is distanced.
Yet another turning point,
liminal space, thresholds,
evidently the last one was insufficient for compassion to well up,
second chance to get it right.
We have been given a collective timeout
to think about how we relate to each other,
What will we learn from this
besides how to wash our hands?
Cleanse our hearts as well.
The bird still sings.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020